We were heading to BC's beautiful wine country for the weekend and made a unique pitstop along the way at the Quilchena Hotel, just North of Merritt. The hotel, built in 1908, is full of character and characters. We arrived a few hours ahead of our friends, so we headed to the hotel saloon for a few brews and burgers. The bar is definitely unique - it even has bullet holes in it from when a cowboy was cut off by the bartender and fired his pistol in a fit of drunken rage. Ah the 1900s. The saloon door creaked open and a cat snuck in. Country music played continuously across the speakers. We weren't in Kansas anymore. Or were we? It was amazing to think this all existed a mere three hours from home. I looked around and realized that Smiley was the only man who wasn't sporting a cowboy hat. When our friends arrived, one of them walked in wearing a hipster fedora. One look at his hat and I thought, that's it, we're screwed. I scrawled out a will on my paper coaster. The locals are going to mop the floor with us and our foolish city hats. It ended up being a really fun evening, thanks to the cheap drinks, hefty pours and great company. No televisions, no cell phone signals. It was a great escape.
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