WAY OF THE GUN LEADS TO OSOYOOS
Every footstep creates a small dust storm.
The scents of pine, sweat and gunpowder melt together in the 30 C heat and a bear can be seen wandering in the haze a few hundred metres to the south.
The paint is peeling off the general supply store which conveniently doubles as a saloon and there are few places to escape the sun as it beams down through a cloudless sky.