Chances are, if you read my blog, or you drink beer in BC, you’ve heard of Lighthouse Brewing Company. If you have, you likely know about their Race Rocks beer. But did you know about the Race Rocks Lighthouse? I certainly didn’t, until just over a month ago, when a friend of a friend was in need of someone to take over from him as the Race Rocks eco-guardian for the month of February.
A few months ago I wrote about my Tex-Mex Adventure with Ian. You know, that time we found an empty record sleeve for Tres Hombres in Victoria, became quite hungry, and tried to find a meal that looked like the gatefold photo. That time. Anyways, this time we did the Tres Hombres meal properly, all on our own, in Vernon.
During May and June of 2014, I was employed as a tree planter in the southern interior of British Columbia. I quickly learned that while the occupation was not for me, the lifestyle wasn’t too bad the rest of the time, with ceaseless eating and substance (ab)use around the campfire being a rather pleasant way to spend one’s free time. We all tried many different varieties of beer, whisky, cigarettes etc. in a communal consumption designed to forget the pains of our labour. Every two weeks we would get two days off instead of one, always falling on a weekend, and during one of these longer breaks I decided to take a little trip down the Okanagan Valley into the Okanogan Valley, Washington State.
I didn’t really feel like partying this year on Hallowe’en night, so I decided to stay in and make a cream of radish soup. At about 21 o’clock I ventured out on foot to the grocery store to pick up some milk, and on the way I ended up crossing paths with a friend of mine, identified from other guys of the same name with the affectionate prefix “awkward.” He told me he was going to a house party later and that I was welcome to join him. I told him that I was planning on making some soup, but that I could perhaps stop by for a visit later on. After a successful milk purchase at the store, I headed home and crafted a fine soup.