Monday, we set out to get the perfect Christmas Tree. We were told by BLM that the tree cutting area was only accessible by snowmobile or snowshoe, but of course we had to try it anyway. We packed our warm clothes, camelbacks, snowshoes, and thankfully a shovel. It is almost like we already knew how this day was going to go...

Brody, of course, had no idea why Danny was shoveling snow and not playing with him.

Because of all the snow, it was pretty hard to know where the side of the road was! So we got ourselves high centered, and Danny started shoveling. And shoveling. And shoveling.

After more than an hour, we were free and happy that we weren't going to stay the night in the truck.

Even though we were no where near the approved tree cutting area, we were not about the drive all the way home without a Christmas tree. The owner will never miss it.



It's probably a good thing we didn't stay the night. By how much snow was coming down, we would probably be buried before morning!

The tree was secured, and we were on our way home. Whats a Christmas tradition if you don't have a few funny stories to tell!?