Every year on the day after Thanksgiving, J's father's family travel to their mountain property to cut Christmas trees. Each year I have gone with them, even if we couldn't make it to the property, we made it near enough to get trees. Not this year. The snow level is so low, we could only make 3 of the 13 miles beyond the small town of Stirling City to the property. So we parked near the creek, played in the snow, and had a picnic of sandwiches made of leftover Thanksgiving turkey. Then we turned around and headed back to Stirling City where we bought trees from the fire department tree lot. Bought trees for the first time in years. A new tradition?
