Buried under way too much work right now. So for your viewing pleasure (ha) an epic story of Christmas tree hunting in the great pacific northwest.
They trekked over land (no sea):
And spotted a tree on a small cliff. But how to get it down?
Successful hunters:
And yes, it will fit in the car:
O brave new quantum world!
You look kinda wet there Dave. Haven’t you ever heard of tying it to the roof?
How would tying it to the roof keep me dry?
In the pnw we don’t much notice being wet.
How would tying it to the roof keep me dry?
Sorry. Non sequitor there. My second sentence was unrelated to my first sentence. I was commenting on the fact that you put it in your car. I have honestly never seen anyone put a Christmas tree inside their vehicle before.
David: that’s a bishop, not Mrs. Pontiff.
Jon: no problems going across state lines?
Did you see how scrawny that tree was? No way was it going to survive the interstate to get it back home 🙂
Mrs. Pontiff looks kind of like a skinny dude.
this brings back childhood memories. we used to drive in to Idaho from Spokane to chop down a tree every year.
I wonder about that now. I think we used to go up around Coeur d’Alene, and on the way back we’d stop at a diner, get a greasy burger and it would be dark long before we got home. We didn’t stuff the tree in the car. That would’ve been crazy – with my parents in front and three kids in the back seat.
Ah yah. The rain must have obscured his pointy hat.