On Sunday we braved near freezing temperatures to seek out the tree of our dreams in the Santa Cruz mountains. We thought Finn would have a blast running around the mountain and cutting down a tree. But it turns out that when you are on the verge of losing your fingers to frostbite you kinda just want to go home. Afterward Grandpa treated us to lunch where we had a chance to relax and catch up while blood flow returned to our outer appendages.
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