We have two trees this year for Christmas. Probably because I am two this Christmas. Or maybe because we drove a very long way to cut down our own tree this year and couldn’t decide which one to take home. So, this is the tale of our two trees.
We drove a long time. I sat in the back and serenaded my family with the b-i-b-l-e song. They loved it.
We drove narrow canyon roads that wound through square tunnels.
Once we arrived at the place of many trees, we tramped through the snow looking for the perfect tree.
I took an occasional snow eating break.
Auntie Gwendie and Grampy are behind me claiming small tree number one.
Grampy and Auntie Gwendie did the massacaring, I mean tree chopping.
Auntie Gwendie and Grampie preparing to claim big tree number two.
And little bother was a lazy bum.
Stay tuned to see our trees all decked out once we got them home, miles and miles and many b-i-b-l-e’s later!!
My family knows how to adventure, and I don’t meant merely trail rides and mountain lakes. This photo memorializes a day of tram rides through the sky, picnics in the rain, hand feeding chipmunks, hiking and rock climbing. It was fantastic.
Our family gained one small fluffy chipmunk on this adventure. Little guy knows this is a family to hang out with.
Grandma likes horses. So we all took her on a trail ride.
Dad, me, bored horse, grandma.
And by “we all” I mean these people.
Auntie Gwendie, me/dad, Grampy, Grandma, mom, Uncle Anders
And by “took her” I mean Grandma showed everyone what a horse woman she is while everyone just tried to keep their horses on the trail.
….oh… but actually, I have to admit… this is what my trail ride looked like.
Mud, rocks, mountain lake, perfection.
Maybe someday I will be the horse woman Grandma is, but for now I’m still a bit too small, and mom couldn’t go because of the “Little Bother Situation”, and dad just wanted to throw rocks in the lake with me.