Christmas Tree Hunting

That's right. Hunting. For Christmas trees. Deanna's family is awesome. Every year they drive into the wilderness and literally chop their own tree down, toss it in a trailer, pick up a few for friends and family and drive back to the city. Epic. Here are some of the photos I got from that day. (And a couple from the drive back to Reno at the end of the break)

More innocent times.

My best friend Gabriel and I visited our old elementary school tonight. Doris Hancock Elementary. It's surreal. Memories come in flashes. Smells send you reeling. The texture of trees make you feel younger. How much has changed versus how much is the same. One big metaphor for my own self. Gabe and I used to walk back and forth beneath these trees talking during the lunch break. We were outcasts.