ThanksgivingPhotos courtesy of Katarina Bjorkman
Thanksgiving is traditionally held at our house. Mom is head chef and task designator. The morning is spent cleaning, cooking, and baking.
Stuffing the bird.
Stuffing the bird.
Veronique and Katarina peeling potatoes.
Our guests are mostly comprised of family, but we often have visitors. This year our friend Jacob, the pilot, and his two friends from Minnesota, joined us. They wanted to see the progress on Bjorn's cabin. We all piled in my truck: I was driving with Katarina and Jacob in the front, Veronique, Ruth, Karla, Adrian and Titus were in the back.
Ruth, Veronique, and Karla
Jacob
The drive began nice and easy, but soon turned crazy. We were careening around corners and everything would've remained fun, except I got the idea in my head to get air on one of the hills. I always do it with the quad and didn't see why not to with the truck.
As Ruth yelled, "No, not this hill," from the back, I put it into a lower gear and pressed down on the gas pedal.
The drive began nice and easy, but soon turned crazy. We were careening around corners and everything would've remained fun, except I got the idea in my head to get air on one of the hills. I always do it with the quad and didn't see why not to with the truck.
As Ruth yelled, "No, not this hill," from the back, I put it into a lower gear and pressed down on the gas pedal.
There was maybe a small moment when getting air was a rush; I really don't remember that. As my chin connected with the steering wheel and the poor front end dove into the ground, I truly regretted it. The whole thing was predictable, had I thought of it. The little hill was quite steep and a dry puddle with another hill was immediately on the other side, creating a dip. We were airborne for 28 feet, when the truck hit the ground so hard it dented in the front bumper and pushed the box into the cab. I felt sick.
Photo: the mark in the gravel (by my foot) is where the bumper hit the gravel and the little hill is where the last person is standing (farthest from the camera).
Photo: the mark in the gravel (by my foot) is where the bumper hit the gravel and the little hill is where the last person is standing (farthest from the camera).
Surveying the situation (we were headed in the opposite direction the truck is pointed). The little hill is in the foreground and I'm standing where the front bumper landed.
Group shot: Ruth, Karla, Adrian, Titus, Jacob, Veronique, Katarina
Mom carving the turkey
Table set for dinner
Hot turkey, mmmm...
Five minutes after sitting down, Bjorn walked in the door unexpectedly. He wasn't going to make it but surprised us. Of course, the whole evening I was teased and called Daisy Duke.
Five minutes after sitting down, Bjorn walked in the door unexpectedly. He wasn't going to make it but surprised us. Of course, the whole evening I was teased and called Daisy Duke.
