Once it began to get cold, it started to snow. And snow and snow, yet not in the valley where we live, just in the mountains. Turns out at the beginning of December the snow pack was 220% of what it should be. That made for some interesting Christmas tree getting. We made it a lot further in the truck than I thought we would, but we still had to trudge through the snow to find the perfect tree.
Since all we had was a skiff down at our house, my little boys turned into little bears, running and rolling and growling at each other. For 10 years Seth and I have gone to the mountains to find our perfect tree, yet this is the first time either boy has made it there awake. Every year Dax and Peyton conk out on the drive, and every year they sleep the whole time we are searching and cutting and dragging. Since we were gone the first of the month we were later than I like (still too soon for Seth) getting a tree so we just took off one afternoon. Big sis was at school and since she's made 8 trips wide awake we went without her.
We made our way back to the truck, thankful for the sled to pull those rolly-poly bears on. We followed animal tracks and guessed if they were rabbit, fox, coyote, deer, birds, or whatever. I'm not so great at recognizing tracks.
We left a few strange looking tracks of our own!