Actually, it might have been a little too good. I know it's in keeping with tradition to overeat on Thanksgiving, but shouldn't the cooks keep the discomfort and safety of their guests in mind when preparing a meal? It was downright risky making something taste so good.
Being back there made me think this would be a good time to share a few of my pictures from the past three years...
The de Jonge's home is an old farmhouse located on 15 wooded acres about 20 minutes outside of Ottawa.
A quick walk down the railroad tracks running behind the shop takes you to this swimming spot along the Gatineau river. Those of you in more southern locales might imagine Canada to be a land of igloos and icicles. Rest assured, it gets HOT in the summer and daily (or bi/tri/quad-daily swims) were pretty much a guarantee.
(If you look closely, you can see the red farmhouse in the far right of the picture)
Here is Sergei carving a neck while grandson Ayden watches and makes train tracks in the wood dust.
Finishing up my first guitar almost four years ago I had no idea how well I would get to know that workbench.
Jeremy and I look on as Sergei demonstrates binding a guitar.
photo courtesy of Charles le Guen