





Our annual Christmas tree cutting was almost
jeopardized by snow and a family bout with the stomach flu. We finally made it up this past Sunday afternoon, barely making it into the cutting area before it closed. My dad, Rob, Cedar and I went up and cut three trees. We were the first to
succumb to the bug and were the only ones well enough to go up to the mountains so we got trees for everyone. We all enjoyed some snow and sun.