This weekend (Sunday) we drove towards central Oregon. Our mission was to chop down a tree. We were accompanied by three other families who also had the appropriate permits and gumption.
As a driver of one of the vehicles, and not a "car-guy" at all, my apprehensions were quickly assuaged by the All-Wheel-Drive of our ride. We passed a pick-up dangling off a cliff and continued up until the snow was three feet deep and even the snow plow would go no further.
Our caravan unloaded and we all stomped deeper into it.
Small trees are hard to find. Some of the best clearings were on the private property side of the road.
Eventually, Stacy and Zaida found the perfect tree. I cut it down after the others blessed it and Zaida christened it "Sir Branchalot"
Eventually, everyone else found a tree.
There were no other cars on the drive home.
Decorations were applied.
Cut the tree on location, and with stand and crowning ornament, we still have one inch to spare!
Twelve foot ceilings do help.
Somehow I thought this would segue into blogging,
and eventually painting.