Left the house at 7 am and headed for the mountains, which are only fifteen minutes away from my house.
There was no snow this year but at 7:30 it was FREEZING in the forest!
Forgot my gloves so my hand were frozen with in minutes, tried to climb up the side of a mountain and slipped on some ice and banged up my knee, total road rash. Hasn't looked like that since I fell off a skateboard when I was eleven.
We found the perfect trees within five minutes which never happens, usually we are booney rompin for half the day looking for the perfect tree. We cut them down, loaded them onto the truck and headed back home.
The nice thing about going early in the morning- no idiots in their city cars trying to drive up a mountain that is 4 wheel drive only.
One year we watched the Forestry Department help a city fellow down an iced over, snow packed mountain road in his BMW. He would have been better off going to a tree lot in town.
On the way home we passed at least 20 people in their trucks going up to cut their tree. We got to the first town and I made my brother David stop the truck so I could take a picture of the Pot Plant growing in front of the Stirling City Hotel.
