This year's hunt for the perfect Christmas tree was short and sweet. It took about a half an hour to find the tree aglow with radiant beams shining from heaven. We heard the angels singing the Hallelujah Chorus, and we knew we had found "the one".
Ready for a walk in the snow.
What I like to call the frozen Tundra. Along the edge of the tree line on the north face of the mountain....that's where the real beauties are!
Do you see the radiant beams from heaven?
The kids are saying, "Yep, that's the one!"
This year's tree is a Blue Spruce.
We take the ceremonial hike back to the truck while dragging our trophy tree. I use the term "we" very loosely, here. My husband does all of the hard work while we supervise.
The perfect cowboy Christmas tree for our family!