My daughter Aviva and I jumped on the old motorcycle and headed for Tonasket Saturday. We steered clear of the Suicide Race in Omak on the way to visiting good friends Jerry and Victoria and their daughters Matia and Aurora. They hosted us a superb meal of broiled Copper River salmon that Matia brought over from Bellingham and roasted with thyme, butter and lemon. Aurora cooked up roasted fingerling potatoes with lots of rosemary and coarse salt and ground pepper. Aviva and Victoria picked fresh greens from the garden. The Australian Yellow Tail Chardonnay hardly I brought hardly did justice to such a great meal, but no one seemed to care as we told stories and laughed at the outdoor table overlooking the Okanogan hills at sunset. Life doesn’t get much better.