This year we decided to go for the full adventure of finding our perfect Christmas tree in the White Mountains. I have such fond memories of chopping our tree in the Rockies growing up and I am so please NH has a program to do the same. Last Saturday, we bundled up and headed north. We stopped at the visitor's center to get our permit. The guy who sold it to us was less than helpful in directing us to a cutting spot, so we had to wing it. We found a wilderness trail and followed that until we came to an old logging road. It was chilly, but there was no snow. It was a nice day to be out walking and Finn and Lily enjoyed it a lot.
We were starting to get nervous when all we saw were hardwoods, until we came to a bit of a clearing and things started to look promising:
And then we found the cutest little black spruce, the perfect size for our home:
Sean cut it down and we were off:
Finn very much wanted to help carry the tree out:
Ah, here is the best way:
We were starting to get nervous when all we saw were hardwoods, until we came to a bit of a clearing and things started to look promising:
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