The Penticton Experience by Jaime

Last week-end, my family and I all went to Penticton to visit the Paisley Parents and their boys. We drove up their farm road and on the way, the boys revealed themselves, one by one.
“Look! There’s one!” exclaims Gabi
“There’s another one!” says Chloe
It turns out the Paisley parents have FOUR boys! They were all younger than me and Gabi, the oldest being ten. Anyway, we had supper and us girls got on with them boys like a house on fire. We then had to drive forty minutes, on a windy to get to their condo on the mountain. It was dark by then, so we couldn’t see any of the scenery on the way up.

The next morning everyone (except me) was up, bright and early. It was a perfect day! Their condo is situated right up in the mountains, in a beautiful pine forest. The boys (and Gabi) were busy outside, ramping anything that they could find. I decided I would join them. I went outside to the trailer, which had eleven bikes on it. I got my bike off the trailer and was about to get on, when it fell on me. I got five big scratches down my right leg. When everyone had come home, I told them I had been attacked by a cat. Gabi thought that it could have been a baby puma (never mind the fact that there are NO pumas living in Canada)! After that, all eleven of us went for a bike ride. It took us about 45 minutes to get up (it was mostly uphill, and we were all very unfit). At the top, we went up and explored some old abandoned mines. It was really dark and creepy so I chickened out. One by one everyone chickened out, except the fathers, who nearly went to the other end. We then cycled back, which took us only 5 minutes!

After lunch, we went on another cycle, but this one was more even. This ride had a lot of rocks jutting out of the edges, so six of the kids went ahead and ramped all the rocks. It was so cool. My mom even tried it! We went back to the car and I got off my bike. That’s when the second injury of the day happened. I cut myself, on my right leg this time, and had to get stitches! We went back down the mountain side to town, and Dave Paisley stitched me up. We then went back up the mountainside to the condo to tell everyone I had been attacked by a bear. They didn’t believe me this time.

The next day we drove back down to their house for lunch. When it was time to go, the boys tried to arrange a house for us here, so that we could move here instead of Australia. We then got in the car to go home. All in all, it was a very fun (and eventful) week-end.