The desire to bring home a trophy tree each year is at the root of every man's heart. This year we were tipped off about a secret u-cut farm near TV Highway where the trees are sold for $12 a piece.
Erik, Avri, Tobias and Lyric teamed up with our family, and set out at the crack of 11:00 am on a hunt for the cheapest u-cut tree this side of the Rockies. We drove up and down the highway, anxiously trying to read every tree sign along the way (there were hundreds). Phrases like "What did that say?", "Where's that say it is?", and "Is that...oh, fresh cut, not u-cut" abounded as we struggled to stay close behind Erik's car which weaved from potential left turn to potential right turn and back. We expertly negotiated the terrain, all while fielding request after request by Wren to sing Feliz Navidad again.
After miles of this tail-chasing, we gave up on the fabled $12 place and found a pristine $30 tree farm that was almost out of neigborhood land. We parked our cars and set off through the rows in search of the perfect tree. Shapely, but not too groomed looking. Tall, but able to fit into our house. Just the right shade of green. Evenness of branches with no baren spots. No detail went unnoticed. Finally we found our trees which fell like grass to a lawnmower at the hands of our expert sawmanship. We took our trophy shots, grabbed the fallen beasts by their stumps, made the 200 yard treck back to where we had parked. We proudly strapped them to the top of the car for all to admire.
After such an adventure, we were all in serious need of sustenance. Thankfully Avri's parents were generous enough to feed our two starving families, which saved the trip from certain meltdown. In the end, our hunt for the perfect tree was well rewarded. We can now officially say that we have our Christmas decorations out, and a place to put presents that is not in the closet.
Erik, Avri, Tobias and Lyric teamed up with our family, and set out at the crack of 11:00 am on a hunt for the cheapest u-cut tree this side of the Rockies. We drove up and down the highway, anxiously trying to read every tree sign along the way (there were hundreds). Phrases like "What did that say?", "Where's that say it is?", and "Is that...oh, fresh cut, not u-cut" abounded as we struggled to stay close behind Erik's car which weaved from potential left turn to potential right turn and back. We expertly negotiated the terrain, all while fielding request after request by Wren to sing Feliz Navidad again.
After miles of this tail-chasing, we gave up on the fabled $12 place and found a pristine $30 tree farm that was almost out of neigborhood land. We parked our cars and set off through the rows in search of the perfect tree. Shapely, but not too groomed looking. Tall, but able to fit into our house. Just the right shade of green. Evenness of branches with no baren spots. No detail went unnoticed. Finally we found our trees which fell like grass to a lawnmower at the hands of our expert sawmanship. We took our trophy shots, grabbed the fallen beasts by their stumps, made the 200 yard treck back to where we had parked. We proudly strapped them to the top of the car for all to admire.
After such an adventure, we were all in serious need of sustenance. Thankfully Avri's parents were generous enough to feed our two starving families, which saved the trip from certain meltdown. In the end, our hunt for the perfect tree was well rewarded. We can now officially say that we have our Christmas decorations out, and a place to put presents that is not in the closet.
