It had been snowing like crazy the day Rob announced we were going to cut down our Christmas tree. I doubted we would be able to get up the mountain, after all if we had two feet of snow, and counting, at our house there had to be way more up there.
I wondered if we would have to turn around and head to a tree lot, I prayed we wouldn't get stuck, and I couldn't help think we were insane. But according to Rob if the idea seems borderline crazy that is how you know you are having fun.
What we didn't expect was to turn onto the road and see the mountain had not gotten as much snow as we had. It was still snowing but we were able to get up pretty high, and because I didn't want to get stuck we parked in a safe spot and walked along the road pulling our sleds behind us.
We didn't have to go far before we spotted a good looking tree up the hill so Rob climbed up to check it out. The kids, and Daisey, tried to climb the hill to follow him but kept slipping back down again so they decided to stay and play while Rob cut down our tree.
And guess how many pictures I took of the completed tree, that's right two, with my phone.
I will do better next year, maybe.
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