Christmas Tree Hunting (Day 2)

(Showing our permit that allows us to get one Christmas tree.)

I arrived home on December 20, and my parents still hadn't cut down their Christmas tree. So, on day 2, my brother, father, and mother drove to the forest north of town and got our tree. The snow was pretty deep, coming up to my knees and we started off with the giddy, child-like enthusiasm that comes during the Christmas season.

(Mom and Dad bundled up on the way to get a tree.)

(Dad, me and Turner, getting ready to find our tree.)

Of course, when we started, our vision was to get a the "perfect" tree. Huge, fully branched, not crooked, etc. We wanted a perfect 10.

After trudging through the snow for 45 minutes, our standards dropped pretty quickly and we decided on a tree that we had initially passed on.

(Turner shoveling out the base of the tree before we chop it down.)


(Dad and I chopped this sucker down pretty quickly.)


(The funnest part of getting your own tree is hauling it back to your truck.)