Arshel's, we hold you forever in our hearts.
This is showing the steepness, so steep I couldn't open the van door.
This is Neil & Becky's tree, beauty eh?
The kids' shrubbery.
Our family tree. She looked lovely in the forest,
even lovelier in our living room.
Please notice how much rope is on those trees.
Please notice the safety line, as to indicate any lifting by the tree.
Please notice me in the front seat, having waited around
40 minutes or so for the master tie on to occur.
So, there we were. In the Beaver mountains, surrounded by beauty, and evergreens galore. It was lovely. Nothing to it really, not this year anyway, no rules to speak of, other than "NO BLUE SPRUCE." So, it began. The search for the perfect Christmas tree. It didn't take all that long. We ended up getting the very first one I picked out, it is a beauty. After looking at about a gazillion trees in the 100 yard circumference that we ventured into, mine won out. Now Neil and Becky's took a little more time. Choosing a tree for someone else really puts on the pressure. We did find a keeper however and her branches are lovely, just like ole tanunbaum's. The real fun came when we tied it on to the van. We were a little apprehensive after our last chopping of the tree venture a couple of years back. Real quick recap: tree on van, friends traveling in front of us, just got on on ramp, friend says, 'hey your tree is lifting a little' 1/2 second later "oh, ooooh, there it goes." Our tie on was soo great it ripped our rack right off the poor van. Our tree went flying, got ran over by a diesel as he honked, and we nearly killed an old man who had to swerve, to miss the tree that looked like a corpse wrapped in a tarp. Oh what I wouldn't give to have that on video. So back to this year, it was quite uneventful comparatively speaking. Nate jimmy rigged our old rack with some u-bolts, (you're a genius babe), and the rest is history. A lovely evergreen stands noble and whole in our front room. Good times. Very good times.
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