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.
Lucky?
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.
huh.
8 comments:
I'm just here to leave a comment noting that I found your entry to be quite enjoyable. Certainly more adventurous than going into the basement and extracting the four separate pieces that comprise our fully synthetic "tree".
Let it be known Kirk that we are the contemporary champions of no less than TWO aluminum trees.
Torn am I. Nostalgic kitsch or home spun traditions that help clear the forest?
cult
cute cultish romp, that is.
very fun, I sorta want to do this in the Cascades this coming weeks...nice to see!
this xmas tree narrative, so nice. like lives in a magazine spread. beautiful tree...and real cause for celebration this year, que no?
nic.
lovely!
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