It's about 1:00 in the morning and I am sitting in the kitchen of my Uncle's house watching the clock slowly drag it's hands toward 3. My flight leaves at 6 AM, and at this point, I see no point in sleep. No sir, I think I'll just continue drinking the pot of coffee Grandma made me and hope to catch a few winks on the plane....likely story though. PS. couldn't help but attach this wicked photo Alex Greba took of me on my last night in Penticton.