Twirling a stick as bait, the mighty hunters prepare to enter the wilderness in search of the perfect "Non-Religion Specific, Yuletide, Winter Solstice Holiday Tree."
Of course we ALL KNOW what it really is. ;o)
Scout is more successful at creating Snow Angels than Helga is, but Helga does her best anyway.
The girls and Helga (black lump in back) frolic in the snow.
Down the trail I go, with the fish-eye lens.
(Don't try this on your own kids. I am a trained professional.)
This is my best friend of 22 years, Barb, leading the way out into the wintery Wilderness to slay the elusive Christmas tree. She is notorious for selecting a 12 foot tree and requiring us to saw off the bottom 4-5 feet. She is what we embarrassingly refer to as a "tree-topper."
Even after lopping off the botton 3 feet, she still got home and it was too big, requiring another amputation of the bottom 4 feet. This left the tree at about 6.5 feet tall.
She is a crazy woman.
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