We went out to Boulder Lake again this year to get our Christmas tree. It's a fun event and we always run into people we know which is great.
Lucy and Erin
Rocking the sled dispite the meager snow cover.
On the hunt for the perfect tree.
Frank cuts down the "poop tree". Fifteen minutes earlier, Shakira, the lovely dog companion, found (and ate) some poop. Gross. But she's a dog so after much "ewww"-ing we moved on from that and kept searching for the best tree. Keep in mind that this tree cut program is about thinning out the forest. So you have to cut a Balsam Fir and generally you only take the top 5 feet of whatever tree you like. The whole time you're walking in the woods you're just staring at the tops of trees trying to imagine what it will look like when it's 30 feet closer and in your living room. We walked a while and then headed back thinking that we must have walked past a great one.
Frank found this one that he liked. So he started cutting!
Timber! As luck would have it this tree fell squarely across the path and landed in the poop from ealier. What are the odds? I've been trying to think of a way to combine the "the bear poops in the woods..." line and "if a tree falls in the woods...". It's not working.
(Clean) trees in hand. Headed home.
Lu caught on to decorating right away. Most of the decorations are about 3 feet off the floor though. She likes taking them off as much as she likes putting them on.
The best picture of the tree we have right now. Sticker covered kid chowing down on pita bread in the foreground.
Happy Holiday Season!
