It is not often that I find myself in the position of bad driving on my part, however when I do, I do it very well.
We started our new family tradition of “hunting” our Christmas Tree this year.
We obtained our $5 permit from the ranger station and we headed to an area I am familiar with from chasing the wily Black Tail Deer.
Snow was the norm here this day and we saw lots of folks out playing, sledding, ATV-ing, and of course others out hunting their own tree.
We had visions of finding the perfect tree in some 5 or 6-year-old growth areas. A Noble Fir was our target, however if we were to find the nefarious Blue Spruce, we would certainly do whatever it took to obtain it.
Now when I say “a lot of folks” it is quite subjective. “A lot” in this case is really a few here and there.
One group we found was three assorted four-wheel drive trucks coming in the opposite direction of the single lane-logging road we were traveling.
Being the nice guy I am, I pulled over to let them by.
Ditch. They place those things in the weirdest places.
Of course the snow was covering the precipice of the ditch as well as it’s depth.
With effete “shwump” we slipped to our right and planted the truck into the deep ditch and the bank on the other side of it.
Certain I could get us out, I began a series of maneuvers usually not seen in public.
Once I exhausted these tricks, I placed the truck into 4-Low and dug it in real well.
It was nice of the trucks passing me to stop, strap up, and yank us out of the ditch.
Of course all of this took place about ten minutes after I assured Jen she had nothing to worry about.
And after showing her the worst case first hand, she finally accepted that idea.
We finally found our tree.
A bit Charlie Brown-ish, maybe 5 feet taller than we thought it was. However it is perfect.
Not unlike the home it is being placed in, or the love that shall surround it in this new family.
Family. They place those things in the weirdest places.
From this family, in the ditch, to yours in yours, much blessings and love this season and every day.
We started our new family tradition of “hunting” our Christmas Tree this year.
We obtained our $5 permit from the ranger station and we headed to an area I am familiar with from chasing the wily Black Tail Deer.
Snow was the norm here this day and we saw lots of folks out playing, sledding, ATV-ing, and of course others out hunting their own tree.
We had visions of finding the perfect tree in some 5 or 6-year-old growth areas. A Noble Fir was our target, however if we were to find the nefarious Blue Spruce, we would certainly do whatever it took to obtain it.
Now when I say “a lot of folks” it is quite subjective. “A lot” in this case is really a few here and there.
One group we found was three assorted four-wheel drive trucks coming in the opposite direction of the single lane-logging road we were traveling.
Being the nice guy I am, I pulled over to let them by.
Ditch. They place those things in the weirdest places.
Of course the snow was covering the precipice of the ditch as well as it’s depth.
With effete “shwump” we slipped to our right and planted the truck into the deep ditch and the bank on the other side of it.
Certain I could get us out, I began a series of maneuvers usually not seen in public.
Once I exhausted these tricks, I placed the truck into 4-Low and dug it in real well.
It was nice of the trucks passing me to stop, strap up, and yank us out of the ditch.
Of course all of this took place about ten minutes after I assured Jen she had nothing to worry about.
And after showing her the worst case first hand, she finally accepted that idea.
We finally found our tree.
A bit Charlie Brown-ish, maybe 5 feet taller than we thought it was. However it is perfect.
Not unlike the home it is being placed in, or the love that shall surround it in this new family.
Family. They place those things in the weirdest places.
From this family, in the ditch, to yours in yours, much blessings and love this season and every day.
2 comments:
"You Big Dummy!" (In my best Red Foxx impersonation)......... at least we're not watching the news with a search team looking for you!
but you had fun and that is what counts!
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