Oh Christmas Tree

Last Saturday we headed to the mountains to cut down our very own Christmas tree. Let me tell ya, there was very slim pickins'. For some reason I had imagined the trees in the forest to look just like the trees that we have always bought. Haha, not so.

After a very thorough and very
very
lengthy look at the map...
Beck determined that this was to be the place our tree was awaiting its slow but certain death.
So the search began. He looked here and
he looked there.
Meanwhile, I let Bryn take photos.
She, however, would not look at the camera. So I devised an evil plot. I told her, "Look Tyler (a boy she likes) is here! This was her hopeful expression!
This is a look of hopes having been dashed.

Ah, young love.
Alas, the tree of our ah, dreams I guess. It was the very best we could find. Never mind the big fat hole in the back.
Now it was time for the mountain men to get to work.

Who knew he had any sort of muscles? I certainly did not.

Until next year...