It's the Most Wonderful Time....

Jake and I took our second annual trip to Fish Lake National Forrest to find our Christmas tree. We had a good time. I'm not going to mention that our car couldn't make it over the first hill and so we got out and walked for almost 2 hours, up a mountain, in six inches of snow, and awkward snowboarding boots. We don't need to talk about that.



Well Jake spotted the "perfect" tree across a river that was hanging off the side of a cliff. I said "no way Jose." So he found the other "perfect" tree that was still on the other side of the river and insisted on being a manly man and getting it. I wasn't in the mood to try walking across two slippery logs and fall into an icy river so I said I'd watch and take pictures from the other side.




I even took a video of Jake crossing the river with a tree balanced on his back -- hoping to get a video worthy of winning $100,000 on America's Funniest Videos -- sorry to disappoint. However, I'm glad Jake didn't get hurt. I'm proud to have such a burly, brawny husband!



After the tree had traveled a couple hours on top of our car in the FREEZING weather, it just wasn't very happy and half of it's needles fell off. The bald tree stood in the corner of our house for a few days while we decided whether or not it could be saved. Now I don't necessarily NEED a tree, but I do need some kind of decoration around the house to remind me what month we're in.



After some manicuring and grafting, I'm very happy with the final product!