Ultimate Treehouse...

 When the tree removal company got the trees fully topped, leaving just a dozen feet or so of the main trunk, my inner child wanted to yell "Stop! What's left would be perfect for a treehouse!"

Especially the hackberry in the back yard. That main bole was a solid four or five feet across and would have supported a hell of a platform... Er, if it hadn't been so dead and rotten in the middle that we had to have it taken down in the first place, that is.

Wanting to build a treehouse or clubhouse or fort was a low-key obsession of mine for at least the first dozen years of my life, so this CNN story definitely piqued my interest:

"While there are lines that tether the compound back to the shore, it is not anchored to the ocean floor.

When you arrive, you're immediately greeted by bright magenta buildings with dark turquoise trim. An archway of whale bones welcomes you in.

 

The compound has everything you could possibly think of and more: a dance floor, an art gallery, a candle factory, four greenhouses, six solar panels, and access to a small waterfall that provides constant running water."

That's some next-level treehouse game, right there. Admit it, a fishing hatch in the middle of your living room floor is super cool.

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