So you have heard me speaking of Brett Johnston, renaissance man, serial entrepreneur and ne’er-do-anything-but-everything. He has owned night clubs, taught dressage, trained Claude Lemieux, been a cabinet maker, owned a stone factory and so much more. BBQ at Brett’s Kelowna home/farm/manufacturing plant “Saturday–3” and BBQ at his friend Win Winofsky’s home Sat-2.  We learned more about man-caving (spelunking is involved at Win’s place) and McGuyvering than we could ever hope for. And we had high hopes!

In preparing to ride to Quesnel from Kelowna, Brett told the story of Christmas Eve with his family some moons ago and traveling over Highway 24 in deep snow. No other cars for hours. And Brett’s car catches FIRE as the carburetor froze, dumping gas over the side which ignited. Brett takes it apart, sees that the float is melted — it is sub-freezing with no where to go and no help in sight. In the dark, he takes his pocket knife out, carves a new float from a pine branch, wires it together, gets the car started and home. “We lived” is all he said. And we all knew he was serious.

In just 48 hours, we toured Brett’s home/farm/businesses and heard some stories. Doug SWEARS that the only way Brett can be Brett is that he is Highlander, having lived for many centuries – and as many of you know, “there can only be one!” He now lives in Kelowna. Give him his space, as his duties include encouraging cooperation, peace and entrepreneurship – it is a very full plate. Great to reconnect, Brett!

On his way back to Kelowna, he took only gravel logging roads with very little cell coverage. The last we heard from him, he was lost, but finally had a cell signal. Pavement was only 50km away. He sent us the picture and text below. Highlander!