we cut down a christmas tree and almost died in the wilderness
mid-day on saturday we ventured up the canyon to cut down our "perfect" christmas tree.
i had this great idea to bring my camera and document the whole thing. we ended up walking into a blizzard, and by the time the snow had soaked my legs past my knees, i was willing to let the visual documenting go.
we found our "perfect" tree, chopped it down, loaded it onto the car we borrowed from nick's dad, and just as the sun was setting we were ready to go. except the car wouldn't start.
so for about 20 minutes we did a combination of shivering, sitting there trying the key to staring blankly at the dashboard hoping for a miracle. luckily nick ran down to a recreation landing that was close by and happened upon a couple who were just about to leave and happened to have a huge truck. long story short, we couldn't get the car to start so we pushed it in neutral down to the landing. it was there that we found out that we were completely out of gas. (even though before we left I asked if we had enough gas, and nick said we did. apparently we did not.)
we did the smart thing and decided to drive the car in neutral down the canyon to our home with the people in the truck following us. the entire way down (in the blizzard) we had about 20ft visibility and never went over 25mph.
but we made it, and by the time i got into the house my pants were frozen to my body. so i put on warm fuzzy pajamas and sat on the heater until i thawed out, and i asked for permission to not say any more words for the rest of the day. i was distraught! i almost died in the woods! okay not really, but really.
and the tree? it's 10 feet tall, and 6 feet wide. it is very, very big. so the $10 permit to cut down said tree was kind of worth it.