One would assume that living in the middle of a temperate rainforest, it would be easy to find a good Christmas tree. That might be true unless you're looking for a tree with the persnickety Miss Jennifer. "Too Big!" "Too Small!" "Too Sparse!" "Too Dense!" "Too Skinny!" "Too Wide!" After looking at every tree in the bay, we finally found one that was acceptable to Jen. We noted the location and waited for a good day to go get it, but for a couple weeks, it was too rough to land the skiff.
We finally woke to a calm day and set out as sunrise to get the tree before it got rough.
One of us climbed up to the tree, cut the tree, lugged the tree back to the skiff, loaded the tree and secured the tree while the other watched and shouted helpful suggestions. (Ahem! One of us had to stay with the skiff to be sure it didn't go aground on a falling tide)
The water gets really clear around here in the winter after summer's plankton blooms die off.
Heading back to the lodge with the tree.
It really was a spectacular day--one of the nicest we've had this winter.
Offloading at the lodge.....I wonder who gets to carry that spikey tree up the beach?
Stalling before lugging the heavy, awkward, spikey tree up the beach.... (Whiner...)
The supervisor admiring her tree.
Final product--Rick's side. (Rick's side doesn't mean Rick got to decorate it or have any input. Rick put one ornament on the tree and Jen later moved it. Rick's side means the crappiest side of the tree facing where Rick sits most of the time!)
Final Product--Jen's side (Guess who gets to look at this side the most?)!
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