Saturday was my day. I had a reservation to stay the night in a tree house, I won it in this summers company picnic raffle. Check-in wasn’t until four pm so I decided to go for a hike up a mountain. Boy, that really was something!
The views were beautiful, but after a mile climb up this steep, 3.8 mile trail I decided to visit the museum … haha.
The Interpretive Center had a story to tell.
They knew that the influx of population was damaging the plentiful flow of fish (among other life) yet they continued doing what they were doing anyway.
There was much beauty before, and also after, ‘civilization’ arrived.
I decided I would head on up the hill to the tree house. I was relieved to be able to check in 30 minutes early. This place has no TV, telephone or WiFi, so for the most part, I was there 30 feet in the air, in a cabin wrapped around, and anchored from, this beautiful tree.
I walked in to this house built around a tree and found … peace. A view of the mountains across the wide, beautiful water presented itself to me as if to say, “Welcome Home.”
I opened all windows and sat admiring the mountain and river view as the breeze poured inside the room.
Juniper Beatles are in season. There were hundreds of them! They were flitting this way and that. They are so beautiful. When they spread their wings the sun shines through them revealing a vibrant red color. This season is not for those who have the heeby jeebies around flying things. I captured the many that were in the house and released them outside.
The tree house gently swayed in the breeze. There is a sign posted inside near the door which reads, ” Be good to the tree, it is holding you up.”
I brought my music player with me but turned it off … the one sound from the city.
I decided to sit with my back against this huge, 42″ diameter tree. I asked it to recycle my breath, and my energies. I couldn’t help but also ask how it felt about being such a lovely tree surrounded by brothers and sisters who had been defiled, in a way … cut, shaped, sanded, bolted and nailed. I am curious if they are still in relation now that some no longer have roots.
I stepped outside for a view of the big rock faces and the walking path. Amazing how things look when the shadows begin to fall.
I prepared my dinner and sat back to enjoy the view.
Next morning, as the sun rose higher I watched as the trees danced in the wind. I can feel the sway of the tree, as the house moves with its ‘host’.
I peeled myself an orange for breakfast to eat with some cheese and crackers. I drank my water and watched as the forest came awake with the rising sun.
As I drove away, not ready to leave but the city called me home, I stopped and looked at the tree house from below. I saw that this majestic tree had also been defiled. Hooks were buried deep into it and cables attached from them going everywhere. The weight of this building hung from, and rested upon huge metal rods buried deep into the trees flesh.
Inside, there was only one spot that bled sap. The tree outside, in the walkway, bled huge amounts of sap, all the way around it. This tree house probably won’t last 1 or 2 more decades.
This is the first time I actually got to sleep 30 feet up into a tree. Yes, I was in a cabin, some people have done it without shelter!
I hope others will be able to stay at least one night in a tree house during their life. It’s really something to go to bed and then wake up seeing this beautiful tree, giving of itself to steady you and shelter you as you walk around it.
It is amazing how the heart and mind heals when surrounded by the forest, especially when part of the forest sleeps with you.