This is Steve and I. I'm the one in the Old Navy pullover. Steve lived around the corner from me on Humboldt Hill. Me and Steve have been friends since the eighth grade.
We drove up to Southfork Mountain in Trinity County. To get the kind of trees that are good for decorating, you have to get up to around four thousand feet above sea level where the white fir grows.
The most interesting sight on the way up was the guy cutting the backstrap out the roadkill deer on the side of the road. Here in Northern California, venison is a delicacy. The backstrap is that tender piece of loin on either side of the spine. I've heard of people taking meat from roadkill, but I've never actually witness it go down.
We took four trees Saturday. Trees never look that great out in the woods. It's not until you get them home and decorated that they look like Christmas trees.
Here's me slaying a young tree.
Here's me and Steve making sure the tree is good and dead before we drag it to the truck.
We dragged my niece, Ambir, and my daughter, Charity out of bed early in the morning and had them ride up to Southfork with us.
Charity is getting a whiff of Christmas. Who doesn't love that fresh Christmas tree smell?
We tied three trees onto my little car. I was pretty proud of that.
Finished product. Allie loves to lay on the floor and watch the lights flicker and flash.