Chance's brother had hurt his foot so he wasn't up to hiking a long way into the wilderness so we were looking for a tree that was lower rather than higher up in the hills.
Luckily for us, we found several trees to chose from that were just a short distance off of the road. As usual, once we started looking the trees over, some had sides that were a bit bare of branches, and others had another tree growing right next to them which made the branches look fuller than they actually were. Like we always do, we eventually found a tree we all loved and hauled it down to the van.
|Chance works his way into the branches of the tree to find the trunk.|
We all take a turn sawing into the tree to cut it down and this year was no different. While Chance was sawing down at the bottom of the tree, a cascade of snow started landing on him from the branches that were higher up. He was flicking his head to try and avoid being drenched in snow. I thought I was recording the moment, but it turns out that when my daughter handed me the phone, she had turned off recording. So, we have no record except for our own memories. And this picture:
Thank goodness he had that hat.