The world is still beautiful.

Today I discovered that, along Hwy 18 --which is about a minute and a half from my house-- one can vacation in a ...tree house. It's a little rustic, granted, but this is teh PNW. We're careful not to attract too many tourists. That's why we keep praying [if we pray at all] for yet more rain.

But anyway. You know I'm smitten with tree houses. How did I never hear about this? This has made the "Bucket list." I have my own original term for my so-called bucket list, but it's very late and I can't recall it right now. So what's the use, I ask you?

And then I had to show you this photo of this bamboo forest. I found a travel article called Fairytale Destinations. This isn't even one of the most impressive pictures, but it captured me for some reason. You should check out these places. They're breathtaking.

The world is still beautiful.

Life goal no. 1: Live in a tree house.

From my novel: In my Sherwood forest, the outlaws' hideout is atop a giant oak. Marion has to majorly build her upper arm strength for the daily rope climb and is aided by natural hand holds: shelf fungi.

If you are a person (I'm assuming that most of you are) what does your dream house look like?

If you are a writer, how do your favorite hideaways show up in your works?


^ This one looks like a good ole hideout.


A tree house, a free house,

A secret you and me house,

A high up in the leafy branches

Cozy as can be house

A street house, a neat house,

Be sure and wipe your feet

house

Is not my kind of house at all.

Let's go live in a tree house.

Shel Silverstein

Below: Very Medieval, yes?

Lately I've been dwelling on these dwellings (Ha! How's that for a LAME pun/thing, QUIP?) and I decided to share them a bit.

In ten years, you can find me in my tree house.