Our annual trek to cut down the Vogel Christmas tree has come and gone. We haven't missed a year in the past 8 (I think). It's $10 for a permit and an hour and 20 minute drive up to God's country. It's a process that causes bickering as we load up the Pilot like we're heading out for a solid week, but one that we hold dear. The video way below will give those who don't have access to mountain terrain an idea of what we do on our yearly voyage to find the "perfect" Colorado tree. These aren't your Home Depot trees folks. These trees have character (aka, lots of space in-between the branches). Some years there's a ton of snow, which limits our hiking distance and some years it's totally dry. This was a totally dry year. And luckily, not frigidly cold. And Dude only threatened to puke in the car twice. That's a good year.
Just like we did with Dude and Brady 3 years ago.
These two love birds have gotten into the tradition too. They found a tree right where we parked this year.
This is what Squirt's face looked like. The entire time. Our sad little puppy. Between teething, lack of sleep and being unable to move an millimeter in her snow suit, she wasn't exactly chipper.
You can see how it's prettier when there's white powdery stuff.
Our tree man about to cut us down a gem.
Our son likes to lick. Everything.
The men get the task of lugging the trees through the forest in hopes that we'll find out cars. We do, eventually. No thanks to my navigation skills.
Our little man is typically holding up the rear. He explores with each and every step and is no hurry to get to point B.
Following the hunt, we chow on snacks in the back of our matching vehicles.
Mom and Squirt take a little walk to look for smiles that seem to be missing from our baby girl.
Video note....I do realize that we're pretty mean to our little man in the first clip of this video. I think you'll see the reason behind our teasing and hopefully some day he'll forgive us for lowering his self esteem in the process.
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