On Saturday after leaving the funeral reception, Lac Saint-Jean, and taking some last photos of the valley from the road, I told Georges I was driving and he had to hitch hike back to Quebec City. He stood there with his thumb out and I told him NOBODY would pick him up unless he made a bit more effort.
"C’mon," I yelled. "Show some leg!"
So he did!
(I think his mouth is full of cherries here. He beat his own record of holding 62 pits in his mouth at one time — I counted 67 that he spit out one by one while driving. If you see a sudden growth of cherry trees by the side of Highway 175, you’ll know why.)




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