I guess Colorado is where Christmas lives all winter.
Everything about the place is covered in Christmas. Christmas blows around through branches and over mountains. It dances around window sills and hangs around the wrinkles in your coat sleeves and hat. It crunches and squeezes the NYC grit out of the grooves in your boots, skims over your cheeks, sticks in your eyelashes, and gives your nose a blush.
I suppose that by Christmas I really mean snow. NYC has been like a perturbed girlfriend all winter—cool then flushed. Maybe NYC and the climate can smooth things over soon (however, this writer suspects that after that killer party when NYC invited 2.7% of the US to stay over, the climate is still too angry to make up). Colorado, you might be seeing the worst conditions in seasons, but that doesn’t take away from how pretty you are, even when you’re having a bad hair day.
On Christmas eve, our ever adventurous band of explorers decided to capture our very own tree in the wild. At first, this otter was nervous about the task at hand. I mean, how are those paws supposed to hunt down a tree, kill it, and drag it back to her den? Maybe a Charlie Brown Christmas tree but a real-live-Colorado-sized-big-ole-fella? Not to worry, she did very little except walk, co-direct, with the assistance of Mama Micsak, and document the venture for cataloging. Typical of a city slicker, I suppose.
As it turns out: No trees were harmed in this typically risky undertaking. Fear not, dear reader!
Lucy-bear bootification project
Lucy-bear’s bootiful paws
Mama Micsak lookin’ pretty and searching for the perfect tree. The focus of a panther captured here.
Teeth grittin’, intrepid explorer, Beaver Grylls
That’s our tree! He just got drunk and fell over. He froze to death of his own accord, so no hack-job required.
Micsak family trophy picture
Draggin’ the carcass home
Ok, goodbye, defrost, drink some aspirin-y water, and un-chill
I forgot that I fell in love with an elf (Chris: we must wrap every branch individually…)
Internal thoughts: dab-nab-it!
Landscape architect at work
Parfait! But seriously, it sort of looks like a parfait
Jose’s one word description re: Chris’ baby picture: Chucky
Holy mackarel—flares & fireworks!
Snowcats to the rescue!
Chinese family as they are walking past us: WE ARE TAKING A PICTURE IN FRONT OF THAT TREE!
Two peas in their pods (that they unwittingly bought for each other). If that isn’t true love then this otter hereby quits blogging. Since it is, you don’t have to worry, I won’t quit blogging. I know, you’re super relieved.
Internal thoughts: ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski!!!
Winter Park lookin’ lovely