A View From the Clouds

I have always wanted to live the road less traveled kind of life, but have never really done it. Last night, however, I got a little closer. For my husband's fiftieth birthday I surprised him with a night in a treehouse. It was a taste of childhood magic, high up in a cedar tree. Our own eagle's aerie for a night. A trickling creek sung us to sleep and the foggy morning light coming in the skylight gently woke us up.

The man who built this treehouse and the even higher observation tower is truly living the road less traveled kind of life. He actually lived in the treehouse for a couple of years, and although he lives on the ground now, he has more treehouse projects underway. He explained some of the planned construction then guided us up and around the many stairs and across the bridge to heaven and finally into the tower. The only thing that gave me pause was a hint of motion sickness as you feel a definite swaying as a breeze hits.

I may usually travel the well beaten path of life, but every now and then I plan on veering off, because the thrill of the unknown cannot be beat.