Christmas Tree Trip

We left yesterday afternoon for Wyoming to get our first ever wild Christmas tree. The baby slept the whole way and I slept just most of the way. We had to buy a permit to cut down a tree (only $10). When I looked at the permit, I noticed this:
Did I just read "Christmas Tree Permit"????!!!! Don't they mean "Holiday Tree Permit"? This is why I love Utah, Wyoming, Montana, and Colorado. The politically correct thing hasn't quite caught on here yet.

Anyway, we spent the night in a family members cabin and the kids played while the adults relaxed watching the Santa Clause. Evan thought the fire was the next best thing since Mom and Dad.

That night the temps outside fell to only 6 degrees! But inside, we were a toasty 80 (my brother-in-law wouldn't stop with the wood on the fire). We woke up the next morning ready to go tree hunting. This is the action outside of the cabin while we waited for the snowmobiles to warm up:

We drove 4-5 miles in freezing temperatures, not to mention wind chill from driving so fast, and we looked and looked for our tree. I thought that it would be really easy to find the perfect tree in the wild. Not true. The trees were very very skinny. After about an hour, I spotted our tree about 50 ft off of the road.

And then he cut.

And it was done. Mission accomplished...we got our tree. I am busy decorating it right now so I will post a pic tomorrow.
Here's some more pics from our trip that I love:

My cute husband:

Winter roads in Utah:

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