Every little kid either builds a tree house or wishes they could. In my childhood neighborhood, we had a tree fort club. This tree house was legit - two stories. Our parents even let us spend the night out there one time. In order to enter the sacred grounds, you had to present your laminated membership card. Well, we never got around to printing/laminating the cards, but we had big plans because we couldn't allow just anybody to partake.
Although we were trespassing and stealing wood from a local construction site for materials, I now realize that a lucrative business should have been part of our strategy.
Hotels across the world are catching "tree fort fever." Here are a few we'd like to check out:
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-mr.h
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