Time to Dance

So, we went and picked out our tree this weekend. I have to tell you it's a bit of a Charlie Brown tree. It's pretty bare. We went and picked it out though and you can't believe how it smells. Ah, Christmas. Of course, we took Otis with us up to Idaho City. It's a tiny, tiny place - it was a town full for prospectors (does that remind anyone else of Rudolph?) back in the day. We drove up into the mountains and when we let Otis out and he sunk into the snow up to his belly, he was being very cautious. Then, like he just couldn't hold it in anymore, he went crazy. He was running all over and biting the snow and we were cracking up. Every time we called his name he would look up and have snow all over his nose. It was fun. He loved it.
All the trees in this section of the woods had long needles and we were not really digging them. We would look up and see the perfect tree. We would hike over to it and it was three really scrawny trees all bunched together. A terrible trick. Anyway, I settled for this one because I was so ready to get out of there! You can't really tell by looking at the top but when you look at the bottom where the snow is in the background, you can really tell how bare it is. A little sad but I think I can make it look good. By the way, if anyone has any good homemade ornament ideas - let me know.
You can't tell but when I took this picture of Russ - he was throwing our little tree into the back of the truck with one hand. We both think that next year, we'll do better. I plan on doing a little scouting on next summers camping trips...