This year, we decided it was about time we cut down our own Christmas tree. Our trees in years past have been a little pathetic: our first Christmas, we bought a tree in the Smith's parking lot; our second Christmas, we didn't even have a tree; and our third Christmas, our tree was so small it practically didn't count.
Anyway, we bought our permit ($10 at Ace Hardware, in case you are interested), borrowed a saw and a truck from some friends (Thanks, Ted and Megan!), and headed up the mountain.
Apparently, the snow plows stop exactly at the boundary line marking the entrance to Dixie National Forest, which is where you can cut down trees. So the roads were a little scary--but we made it. Once we got to a decent spot to stop (a wide shoulder on the road), we realized that Asher, Reed, and I weren't going to be able to climb up the mountain through the snow; so Ryan made the trek alone while the boys and I walked around in the snow.
If you are sensitive about tree carnage, you may want to skip the first picture below.
That tree used to be standing, before Ryan took a saw to it.
The inaugural use of the baby carrier was successful.
Ryan in the ditch at the bottom of the mountain with our tree. Good job, honey!
Reed, still super upset about the river. He really needs to learn some patience--I promised him we would go show Daddy in just a minute!
Our tree! (Yes, Reed is STILL crying.)
Then we finally made it to the river...
And look who decided that life wasn't so bad, after all: