On Saturday, we drove up to the mountains, over Berthoud Pass, to cut our Christmas tree.
Oops, wrong picture. That one is about 150 years old. Here's our photo. It was late afternoon when we got up there, so the sun was just setting.
Saturday night we stayed with our friends, Connie and Tony, in their cabin just outside of Fraser. Walking into their home was like walking into a Christmas card. A beautiful Christmas tree all lit up to greet us, fire going in the fireplace, stockings hung, the smell of chili and cornbread cooking. It was so lovely.
On Sunday morning, bright and early we drove up to the designated "tree cutting area." It was a bit of a hike to find the "perfect tree."
A beautiful view of the town below.
Sorry, there's a break in the photo story here, as I was busy traipsing through knee-deep snow to find the perfect tree. Then, I had to chop it down, because I'm the strongest of the bunch and that's why they bring me along on these excursions. I did manage to get one of the yahoos to drag the tree out of the forest.
But, not before getting a picture of them.
'Tis a beautiful tree. You'll have to take my word for it, because if I post the picture I have of it, in our living room in all it's glory, you would laugh. It needed a lot of TLC, but it is our little Christmas tree and we love it. And the weekend away from home, up in the hills, in the crisp mountain air with my group of yahoos made it all worthwhile:)