Daylight seemed to be sliding away with every bend of the interurban when Casey and I reached our objective, what we like to call our Winter Solstice tree. Seems every year a mystery hiker or hikers keep this tradition going, and while it might not meet department store standards, it's a Yuletide standout for us.
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On this shortest day of the year our glitzy spruce will soon succumb to the solstice gloaming, but we'll be back. It's especially impressive after a snowfall and we'll even have a few more seconds of sunshine with each visit to take it all in.
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