This past weekend was Thanksgiving in Canada. I spent the holiday with my family at my grandparents' cottage. We had turkey, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie and way too much of it. The cottage used to operate as a lodge where guests would stay in rented cabins and eat dinners cooked by my great-grandmother and ice cream scooped by my dad. These days, many of the cabins have passed their prime, but I see such beauty in their decay.