At long last, my second blog entry. For months I've been repeatedly forgetting and remembering I've some tales to share from my two vacations late last Summer. In my previous blog I mentioned I would be around writing about my endeavors in here. That will happen eventually. It will come along with a big 'ol photo gallery as well as a few videos that I took at the time which I will edit with my rudimentary editing skills.

Alas, my failure to meet a deadline for a blog, disappointing the thousands who were absolutely dying to read it is not the purpose of this one in particular. This entry is about a little ritual my family has, and that is grabbing our winter gear, grabbing the saw, throwing the dog in the trunk of the car, and traveling for an hour West. Why? To get t o a large farmland that sells Christmas trees of course! There are a few lodges near the parking area that sell pre-cut trees and holiday ornaments of all varieties. Past a hedgerow there is even a trailer that sells chips, hot dogs, bacon on a bun and hot chocolate.

As per usual, I was the designated photographer. Though, most of the time I did have to sacrifice the camera in order to have my hands free to assist with the tree.

To get to the designated zone this year we had to ride on a flatbed being towed by a tractor. Bumpy fun ride.

A wide expanse of various species of tree to choose from.

After an hour or so, we at last found one that suited our needs. (colour, dimensions, thickness, etc.)

For reference to the height of the tree, I am around 6'2" (188cm).

Next came hauling to back to the tractor transport.

After getting off the tractor, back near the lot and primary area, we had to get in line to get the tree wrapped up in lining for easy transport.

Person on the right's face still amuses me to this day.

As a celebration to our most successful hunting of the elusive Christmas tree, snack time and such.

Due to my attire, it's needless to say I never felt the chill of the winter gale. Most others on the other hand made it a sport to see how obnoxious their complaints about the temperature could become.

Yes, it is impossible for me to smile and/or show positive emotions, thank you for asking.

The tree as it stands in the house.

I will nab a photo of the tree once again after it is completed being decorated. My eldest sister treats the decorating process as if it were a fine art. It may very well be.