Since we’ve been together, Ryan and I have had a holiday tradition of cutting our own Christmas tree. And since last year it was far too snowy to even get to the trees, I was more antsy than I usually am. So up the road we went to the foothills in order to cut down the perfect pine.
After a lot of walking and exploring and looking up and looking at the ground, we found a Christmas tree, as well as some Indian grinding rocks, some little mushrooms, some big red ones, and lots of leaves. It was all well worth the effort.
We paid for our tree and took a final breath of fresh air and were gone back down the road.