Peachland, British Columbia

Taking a short drive further south along the Okanagan Valley from Mission Hill Winery, you’ll find yourself in the most adorable town with an even more adorable name – Peachland. In the heart of the Okanagan Valley on the shore of Lake Okanagan, Peachland has a stretch of beautiful beach trail. Thanks to the fertile land in the Okanagan Valley as well as the beautiful sunshine and weather, excellent grapes are produced. This in turn makes for the incredible vineyards of the valley and the delicious wine of the region. Having indulged in a little wine tasting, our next stop was to go for a walk around the idyllic sounding Peachland.

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Driving to Peachland

We drove for around 30 minutes south of Mission Hill Winery into the blazing summer sun. It was a beautiful day, and we were certainly feeling hot in the car – time for the Jeep’s roof to come off!

Seeing Lake Okanagan’s tempting cool waters, we parked up as soon as we could. It’s so pretty around the lake, with gorgeous blooming lavender bushes and pretty benches for enjoying the view.

Lake Okanagan, Peachland

Stripping off in the hot sun, we plunged into the cool water for a refreshing dip, and even found some feathered friends. Ducks bobbed along the lake’s waves as we enjoyed the views over the mountains.

For the adventurous among you, it’s possible to venture into the Okanagan Mountain Provincial Park to have a go on one of the longest zip lines in Canada. There are also various trails and hikes to explore.

The history of Peachland stems back to the Pacific Fur Company, which established the Brigade Trail. It took over what is now Peachland, and was formally inhabited by fur traders until the mid nineteenth century. During this time, users soon switched to gold seekers. There were various gold mines on the mountains above Peachland. The surrounding areas were full of fruit orchards including peach trees. This led to a number of packinghouses being developed along the waterfront. After lounging on the pebbly beaches, we went for a wander. I discovered my very own street.

We hit the road to get back to the reality of the city life that we’d escaped for the weekend – but when you live in Vancouver, it’s never so bad! There was just time for one more dip in a private lake on our way home.