My parents, sister, and brother-in-law are Up North for an early Christmas celebration at the cabin. As is tradition, we ventured out into the woods - oh, maybe 75 feet from the front door - and searched out a balsam fir Christmas tree.
Kate and I cut it with a bow saw, yelled timber (appropriate for its size), and bro-in-law David dragged it to the cabin. This is the largest Christmas tree of my lifetime. It stands 12+ feet tall. Once in the cabin, we positioned the tree next to the loft. It is the only way, short of setting up cumbersome scaffolding, we could get the star positioned on top. This pic shows Kate continuing the important tradition of placing the star on top.
Yes, the lakes are frozen, but we think of summer paddling with the sight of several canoe ornaments on the tree. And some canoeing supplies under the tree, possibly?