Driving down the hill from Mom/Dad’s place tonight, Dad relayed the local story he’d heard about the seasonal workers that move through — and live in — Osoyoos. Apparently, as can be kind of be seen in the pic, there’s a tent city above Osoyoos where fruit pickers (from Quebec, usually) squat while they’re working. One of their neighbours had suggested to her husband that they make a big pop of spaghetti, and invite the crew of them down for dinner. An emphatic “Are you nuts?!?!” was the response.
Undaunted, she walked up the hill to see what whether the demonization of the group was justified. Apparently, when she saw half of them naked, some of them copulating in front of the others, and probably all of themk smoking dope, she bolted, all thoughts of offering pasta to them gone.
Dad said that there is some kind of deal that the Quebec provincial government has that pays these folks to come out west to pick fruit. Further, they get paid $50 more if they have a dog. The local legend is that they just come out west to sell dope instead. I did a little digging, and found a few articles that provide a little more confirmation (not about the dog thing, but I don’t know *where* you can find information on that). This was the best shot I could get of the tents on the mountainside — sorry, no nakedness.