There was less drama this year, but not without a few scary moments. We are somewhere in the mountains of CO, within the Bureau of Land Management area armed with saws, a tape measure, some rope, and one ski pole. We also had hand held walkie talkies, but forgot to charge them. Never fear, we brought the cell phone - but had no service. This was going to be fun.
We did bring the camera to document the event. I did have a GPS to tell us where we weren't.
We were definitely not in a crowded area. The next few pics just show Poot searching out for the best tree. It is hard to tell what looks good when it is so cold outside.
He is using the one ski pole - it's only fair.
The key to finding the perfect tree is to go very far in the woods where no one has ventured before.
We settled on one pretty close to the road.
After we initially measure the tree and cut it down, thus mitigating for late summer wildfires, we must now measure it again. I have a six foot bed. I am pretty sure we have a 9 foot tree. We proceeded to deliver the tree home without incident by taking the backroads and avoiding all law enforcement.
Until next year - when we are more prepared.... Merry Christmas tree!















