Very few times in my life can I recall being as scared as I was yesterday. Matthew and I hopped in the Longs pick up with his mom, dad, and brother, Andrew to drive up Chinook pass to cut down the perfect Christmas tree. BAD BAD BAD idea. We were driving in feet of fresh snow, not to mention a number of inches of compact snow pounded into the ground. The road up there seemed merely inches wide with nothing but a cliff and a large fall to our right, all the way up the pass. I was absolutely trembling as we slipped and slid all over the very small road, glancing a few times only to see the side of the road imagining our quick fall OFF the pass into the trees below. Needless to say, we stayed safe, I'm never going again, and we found a nice tree...even while enjoying some fun in the snow! Eek!
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