On the Saturday before Christmas, we went Christmas tree hunting with my family in Idaho. It is one of my favorite family traditions but I have missed it for the past 12 years. They typically go on Thanksgiving weekend, but this year they decided to wait for me even if it meant not getting a tree until three days before Christmas.
We drove out to Targhee National Forest, stopping for square ice cream in Swan Valley along the way (another family tradition). The Forest Service issues Christmas tree permits that allow the adventurous to cut their own trees in the National Forest.
We were lucky and had clear roads but plenty of snow for snowshoeing. The poor dog did not have snowshoes and wore herself out swimming through the snow.
Starting the expedition (Hendrik, Nancy, John, Joyce, and Bacardi).
It was Hendrik’s first time Christmas tree hunting with my family and he had the honor of spotting the winning tree. We selected a small one this year (only about 7 feet) but they always look bigger inside than outside. Once we got it home, we set it up and decorated it that same evening so we could enjoy it for as long as possible before heading back to Oregon.
The successful explorers hauling their Christmas tree home (John, Joyce, Amy, and Hendrik).