Skip the hotel... Get a Tree

I'm not sure why, but I'm fascinated by treehouse hotels (and tiny houses).  I've tried to stay in this human nest several times in Big Sur, but it's always booked out.  Instead, I've stayed in Junk Boats, Glam Tents and A-Frame Cabins... but no treehouse yet.

Maybe I want to escape back to my childhood or Robinson Crusoe hit a cord with me...

Regardless, I saw this in my inbox today from Tablet Magazine, and it brought back the desire.  I know staying in a normal hotel is more comfy, but a treehouse seems more "with nature" and "exotic."

Enjoy.

Inkaterra Reserva Amazonica

Bangkok Treehouse

Treehotel, Mirror Cube

Treehotel, The Nest

Treehotel, The UFO

[A Poem for a Monday] The Summer Day

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The Summer Day (Mary Oliver)

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?