Archives for June 7, 2020
DELEGATIONS – Alexis Roumanis
– Wine barrel signage
• Roumanis presented examples of signage constructed from wine barrels to the Committee
o Interested businesses proposed to be offered an opportunity to have their logo printed on a wine barrel sign in conjunction with a ‘sponsor’ winery, with Town of Oliver branding also displayed
o Arterra Wines has committed to donating barrels
o 6 different styles of signs, approximate cost to participating business estimated at $200
o Visit Oliver.ca or Wine Capital of Canada to be printed at the bottom of sign
o Presented 3 recommendations for consideration of the Committee
▪ Amend sign bylaw to allow 3rd party advertisements on signage
▪ Wine barrel signs be exempt of fees
▪ To allow for wine barrel signage
• Styles of signs
o Roumanis indicated that a wall-mount sign could be hung from a corner of a business on an iron hook and cost approximately $120, a clock sign approximately $200 and a ground mounted sign at approximately $200
o Alberto Veintimilla, discussion on colours and possible stains to be used for consistency
• Discussion on potential advertising language for the Town and OTA and Wine Capital of Canada
o G. Scott, potential confusion on sponsoring businesses such as wineries also having their logos displayed on signage
• Administration of proposed wine barrel sign program
o A. Roumanis indicated he will volunteer to speak with local businesses for promotion
o Carol Sheridan, discussion on Oliver Tourism Association managing the proposed wine barrel sign program
o Larry Schwartzenberger, discussion regarding involvement of Oliver Osoyoos Winery Association
That the Committee recommends to Council to amend the Signage Bylaw as follows;
To allow 3rd party advertisement on wine barrel signage; and
To allow for wine barrel sandwich board signage; and
That wine barrel signs be exempt from permit fees. CARRIED
Could be called one of the wonders of our world,,,,our backyard – Myra Canyon – the old KVR – a Canadian Pacific track with such a history.
A great trip full of adventure – just a few miles away
Thanks also for the banner that shall fly for many months.
from Edwin and Don:
Last week I was chatting with my friend, Don Lawlor and we were talking about Myra Canyon and the KVR. He said ‘Let’s do it next week, how about Wednesday’ I said, Sure!
So on Wednesday morning Lorraine drove us to Kelowna and out to the Myra Canyon trail-head. We hopped on our Mountain Bikes at 11.33 am and rode south over the 18 trestles built 100 years ago (some were burnt in the 2003 fire but were all rebuilt) The ride over the trestles was spectacular, built to take the trains over deep canyons. We continued on past the trestles and our destination was Chute Lake Lodge, 35 kilometres from our start. We got into some bad conditions where the trail was badly flooded and found ourselves walking our bikes through water over a foot deep in many places.
We arrived at Chute Lake Lodge 4 hours later and collapsed on their lawn exhausted with wet clothes and very wet feet and shoes! But a few beers later and some food in our stomachs we felt better.
We spent the night at the Lodge ‘Glamping’, They have permanent ‘Tents’ complete with twin beds and even a wood-stove, the food was great and after a good nights sleep, we were woken up by the Loons on the lake and Geese that were very close by!
A full breakfast later we packed up and on our bikes again for the 43 kilometre ride to Penticton. The trail was in good condition and the ride was easy with a constant 2% grade downhill. We arrived in Penticton 3 hours later and had lunch and then biked to Okanagan Falls where Lorraine picked us up.
We were exhausted, we were sore but the experience was well worth it. A total of about 100 kilometres.
We would recommend visiting Myra Canyon by car and just walking or riding the Trestles. Chute Lake Lodge is also accessible by car with great overnight accommodation and food.
As Jack said ‘One of our Wonders of the World’
My apologies to anyone who is a regular reader of my column, last week I had a date with the surgeon and didn’t get organized enough to send a column in advance.
Like many white haired seventy-five year olds, my joints have had enough and were sending painful messages that they needed attention. I felt like I had a screwdriver burrowing into the side of my knee.
Being on the “list” since May of last year and an actual date of March 20, I was less than thrilled when surgeries slammed to a halt on the 18th, two days before my big day. I now had a new date of May 29th.
I am thrilled to report that all went well and I woke up to find the constant pain was completely gone. Surgery pain was well controlled with numbing drugs and I was all set on the road to recovery.
The first day was complete bed rest, a bedpan took care of my only need and I slept round the clock with only frequent interruptions for medical checks, Heaven! The next day I was allowed up to the commode, here is where the moans and yells came into play. The time it took to transfer my bulk to the commode resulted in wet pants and me being given adult pull-ups to wear.
After several visits to the commode, I get the hang of moving my own leg into position by hooking my good foot under the ankle and swinging both legs into position….no pain, yippee.
My three days in hospital were spent mainly napping with short bouts of reading, the attention was wonderful and I cannot extol the virtues of the nursing staff enough. However, they all have an unhealthy compulsion to enquire about bowels. Every time I had my blood pressure, etc. checked I was asked if I’d had a B.M.
What is the obsession with bowels? I was only going to be there for a total of three days. I was being given Tylenol #3, which I find forms itself into a nice little concrete barrier that nothing can penetrate. Apart from Tylenol I was taking a variety of other pills and potions, a constant IV of whatever and I was not moving except for trips to the bathroom, I wasn’t eating much, so why did they expect me to produce waste?
My daughter took me home in her van, which was a comedy of errors. Which do you put in first, the bum or the bad leg? The leg was going nowhere without assistance and this caused pain, much pain! I got my bum on the seat and slid into place, however the leg couldn’t bend round the door frame. I finished up by manhandling my bulk off the seat and into the space between the two front seats, I could then manage to slide my legs into their allotted space and shuffle my bum back on to the seat. This was absolutely exhausting and I could only be revived by a stop at Timmy’s for my first real coffee for four days. OOOH BOY did I deserve that!
A repeat performance of the van procedure on arrival at my condo and then it was clunk-hop-shuffle to the elevator and my floor. Just as well I had been revived with my coffee as the long hallway to my suite seemed to have grown even longer. I finally got in my own little haven and sought the relief and comfort of my recliner with three pillows for the comfort of my leg. I now just need to get lots of rest, do my exercises and let my loved ones help me out for a while.
Life is good!