Well, it started out a very nice thought...to go Christmas tree hunting in the Bear Paw mountains. Phil was game and it was going to be a fun family outing.
Then after about 2 hours of driving in a snowstorm, Phil had been dubbed "Clark" and we decided that we should have made the Christmas Vacation movie and made millions. You just don't even know these roads here...and to have a born and raised Californian drive them in the middle of a blizzard can be quite amusing. Isabelle made the comment, "We need a tree that Santa can bend over and put lots of presents under!" Can you imagine what Phil's comment was after that one?!?! Yeah.
The whole bunch of us, making our lips smile even while they are frozen stiff. My sister-in-law made the comment, "You all look stranded there...should we send the search party?"
It took Phil and I a matter of 2 minutes to pick out the... uuumm "perfect" tree. This is it in route to our home.
We were all so proud to take this picture...we had been the first to cut down our tree! We all couldn't wait to go home and decorate it...and warm up!
Yeah...not so much. For some reason it looks WAAAAAAY better out there in the Bear Paw mountains.
Don't worry...the story gets better! After spending literally hours trying to move things around on that thing...trying to cover the exposed light strands, and hanging our 50 ornaments on the 5 branches, we had about had it. We got it done though and Phil said, "It is what it is...our first "real" Montana tree...a little different than a California "real" tree.
Then after about 2 hours of driving in a snowstorm, Phil had been dubbed "Clark" and we decided that we should have made the Christmas Vacation movie and made millions. You just don't even know these roads here...and to have a born and raised Californian drive them in the middle of a blizzard can be quite amusing. Isabelle made the comment, "We need a tree that Santa can bend over and put lots of presents under!" Can you imagine what Phil's comment was after that one?!?! Yeah.
The whole bunch of us, making our lips smile even while they are frozen stiff. My sister-in-law made the comment, "You all look stranded there...should we send the search party?"
It took Phil and I a matter of 2 minutes to pick out the... uuumm "perfect" tree. This is it in route to our home.
We were all so proud to take this picture...we had been the first to cut down our tree! We all couldn't wait to go home and decorate it...and warm up!
Yeah...not so much. For some reason it looks WAAAAAAY better out there in the Bear Paw mountains.Then in the middle of the night, we heard one of those dreadful CRASHES...I knew what it was, but Phil was very concerned that is was one of the kids fallen out of their bunk beds.
I wanted to cry, but there is something really funny about...
A MAN RUNNING OUT OF A ROOM IN HIS LONG UNDERWEAR!!
So we both laughed while picking up the pieces.
Charlie Brown, give me a call, cuz I think we have your tree!







