The Saturday after Thanksgiving (November 29), we traveled to the woods to find our Christmas tree. Although there was exactly zero snow in the valley, we traveled up to Mike Spencer Canyon and found some snow there.
Seth invited his coworker Melanie to join us, and we think she may never want to accompany us on any more adventures. While she acted as though she was having a good time, we questioned the veracity of that because the poor girl was wearing a light jacket, jeans and sneakers. I would have been cold and miserable in that attire, but she seemed in good spirits.
Tyson started up a slope and then cut back down and followed a little gully. Seth (and almost the rest of the party) went up the slope. Then we ended up scooting down the other side of the hill on our bums and coming back out the gully with our trees in tow. I worried that we had basically consigned Grandma to death by making her go down that steep hill, but between me scooting down (first with Canyon in my lap, then going back up to help Grandma down) in front of her and Tyson following behind her, we managed to keep her alive.
After getting our trees, we went back to Grandma's for Thanksgiving leftovers.
