Woo hoo! It’s our first Christmas in our new house and the first Christmas in two years where we get to have a real tree! That said, I assumed that the whole tree buying scene was the same as it was back at home, but I did some research just to be sure. I found three options. In Oregon, you can:

  1. Hit up one of the local businesses or big box stores that sell them. (Ok, yes, this is familiar.)
  2. Head out to a tree farm. Sounds simple. It is…mostly – once you decide if you want to do U-Cut, Pre-Cut, U-Pick-It / We Cut It.  (Slightly less familiar, but I do know people did this back home. But those people were not us.)
  3. Secure a tree cutting permit and head out to your local forest, pick one  you want, and chop it down, Clark Griswold style. (Uh…really? I never heard of this. Seems like a lot of effort – but could be fun for super outdoorsy folks. Again, not us.)

We chose to go “Griswold Light” – option 2 above – and headed out to the tree farm. This afforded Kenny the ability to use a saw, but did not put our entire family at risk for getting lost in the forest. The farm was out on Sauvie Island, about 10 miles from home – but on some crazy winding roads up and down the hills.

Best part about the drive? We saw a real, live wolf. He was running sporadically up and down the side of said crazy winding roads, threatening to dart in front of the good old Ford Flex at any moment. Sadly, I didn’t get any pictures because I was too busy gripping up the console and my door handle while pressing my invisible passenger-side brake while stating, “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Don’t hit him!” to Kenny’s sheer delight. Hahaha. It was awesome.

It was a great day. And hilarious. The kids had a blast. It was most interesting because Portland and the surrounding areas are very green already, so going to a “tree farm” seems kind of redundant, and this proved even truer when we found ourselves walking through what was essentially a forest within a forest to select our tree…albeit a neater and more orderly forest. Haha. I guess this is why the ‘tree cutting permit’ option exists…

My second favorite thing of the day? Kenny using a saw.

My favorite thing of the day? The G-rated comments spewing out of Kenny’s mouth while he used said saw:

  • “Do I have crack?” (referencing the back of his pants)
  • “This is ridiculous.”
  • “This is easily the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
  • “Little full. Lotta sap.”
  • “I have tree in my mouth!!!!”
  • “Well, it tastes good at least.”

Simply awesome.

Here are some pictures of our day trip – looking forward to next year already! 🙂

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4 Replies to “Tree Shopping in Oregon

  1. 1. Grace is wearing a fur vest!!!!!!! LOVE it!
    2. Gavin has GOT to be the coolest kid in his class! He dresses like a cool teenager! I’m jealous of a 6 year old! hahahaha!!!
    3. They are both “KIDS” now!!! It happened so fast 🙁 I remember coming to see Grace after she was born, and Gavin during the entire visit. Addy was 6 months old. I remember thinking how that visit made having two children seem like a PIECE OF CAKE…. It seems like yesterday!

  2. Julia, Ella and I loved reading this and looking at the great pictures. Good stuff!

    We find that there is a fine line with 4 little kids between having a great fresh-cut tree and having a big object in your home that can do serious bodily harm. We really wanted to cut down our own tree last year, though. We waited until we felt that the tree window was “good” (again defined simply by time in our home where fresh-tree goes from cool Christmas tradition to potentially deadly object) on or about December 14th. All the trees left at the farm were approximately Ella’s height. We walked around, took pictures pretending and then bought an over-priced precut tree from the farm 🙂 It seems that we need to wait to do tree cutting until we feel that the window of safety can extend to a longer time.

  3. Love the pictures and it really looked like everyone was having fun. Glad you got to do that and it really is the perfect tree.

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