I set out on my tour on a Wednesday, ready to make lemonade and memories. Slightly under-prepared, under-rested, and leaving a bit late, I pressed on with the plan.  The moment had arrived.  I needed this - there was no way I'd postpone it. The first day brought scorching heat.  I arrived in Salmon Arm where I went to make copies of a flyer I had designed for my business, only to find out I had made an error.  Off to find free wifi, make the correction, then back to make copies.  Easy!  But also time-consuming.  The plan was to…

Shambhala. A music festival I used to frequent back in my days of excessive drinking and recreational drug use.  My first year, back in 2005, there was a running quest for the "rabbit hole".  Whether or not it does or ever existed is an ongoing debate.  Maybe it's real; maybe it's just in your own mind.  Either way, I found it. I've changed a lot since then.  My last time on "the farm" was 2011, and up until this past winter, I never thought I would be back. But something in my life had shifted.  Like I found something I…