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covert tree aquisition
Dec. 15th, 2008 10:27 pmSam and I have been scoping out trees along the highway. We found a good one out by the old airport, where a local company is making some gravel. So, not exactly legal. The fact that it was right across from the state police post made it a bit problematic, too.
"We better come in at night," I mused. "A quick chop and grab."
Sam smiled lazily. "Covert Tree Ops."
Sam's friend Zac said that he needed to come because he hadn't had anything interesting to blog about in weeks. And besides, he had a black leather jacket.
So off we went, puffed out in coats, scarves and gloves (cold!) and packing a bow saw. The bit of highway we were looking for was just 5 minutes down US 41. "Right here!" Sam pointed, and I pulled onto the shoulder.
The snow was thigh-deep, with a thick crust from yesterday's freezing rain. But what a difference in temperature! As we crunch-waded toward the trees, the snot in my nose froze -- which means it was right around zero, Fahrenheit (- 18 C).
Within just a few minutes, we'd picked out our tree, sawed through the base and pulled it back to the Festiva. We jammed the tree in the hatch, butt first, and piled in.
"Go! Go! Go!" Sam shouted.
It's a lovely tree, just the right size, quite a bit less bushy than the ones that folks buy. It just brushes the ceiling, and we've strung it with lights. Tomorrow I work, so we will finish decorating it on Wednesday, playing Christmas music and drinking cocoa.
"We better come in at night," I mused. "A quick chop and grab."
Sam smiled lazily. "Covert Tree Ops."
Sam's friend Zac said that he needed to come because he hadn't had anything interesting to blog about in weeks. And besides, he had a black leather jacket.
So off we went, puffed out in coats, scarves and gloves (cold!) and packing a bow saw. The bit of highway we were looking for was just 5 minutes down US 41. "Right here!" Sam pointed, and I pulled onto the shoulder.
The snow was thigh-deep, with a thick crust from yesterday's freezing rain. But what a difference in temperature! As we crunch-waded toward the trees, the snot in my nose froze -- which means it was right around zero, Fahrenheit (- 18 C).
Within just a few minutes, we'd picked out our tree, sawed through the base and pulled it back to the Festiva. We jammed the tree in the hatch, butt first, and piled in.
"Go! Go! Go!" Sam shouted.
It's a lovely tree, just the right size, quite a bit less bushy than the ones that folks buy. It just brushes the ceiling, and we've strung it with lights. Tomorrow I work, so we will finish decorating it on Wednesday, playing Christmas music and drinking cocoa.