Todd thought it would be a fun tradition to start cutting down our own tree. I was up for it, so he got a permit for up on the Rim outside of Payson. We headed that way after the Polar Express. We had borrowed Dennis's truck so we could bring a tree home and in case we ran into any snow or got stuck. We struck out on all three. We could not find a tree we liked after searching for hours. We would see a tree and think it was great, only to walk up and find that it was a clump of trees and one individual one was not full enough for my liking.
This is the boys when we first started looking for a tree. Warm and excited.
After hours of searching, we thought we found the perfect spot. Definetly the best sets of trees we had found thus far. It was getting late and we were worried about it getting dark too quickly, so we tried our hardest to find a tree. In the end, we just went home and bought a fake tree that was full everywhere.
This was supposed to be our tree, but it had too many bald spots. If I was going to have a real tree in my house, I wanted one that was full and pretty. I guess you only get those from the tree farms. At least that seemed to be our luck this year. I don't think this will be a tradition in our house.
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