First thing I came across in internet world today. This makes me nostalgic. First of all, for the Pacific Northwest, where I lived for over 5 years, and secondly for one of the craziest/most exhilarating episodes of my life to date.
When I was in college, I crashed in a treehouse that was about 80 feet in the air. It was constructed as the result of a union of the most eccentric and intelligent minds I’ve encountered. Mostly hippies.
The treehouse, if I recall, straddled National Park and College Campus, so it was definitely not legal. But, like this guy, it was benign and thus easily concealed in the vast forests of Santa Cruz. There was a bed, a platform balcony and a kitchen The kitchen was just two burners but they worked really well for the space. But it was all about the view. It was a breathtaking view in every sense. Imagine the perspective perched from a tree high and deep in the forest. We were overlooking the ocean completely unobstructed by walls, rather ancient redwood branches that filled the sky.
The most interesting part of the experience happened when I looked up to take note of said massive branches. Except I noticed there were buckets growing from them. And while processing that, I began to process that there are large leaved green plants growing from those buckets, growing from those branches. These are the moments that make remember how impossibly untouchable the state of California is.
Anyway, this guy cataloged the whole thing and has a fantastic chronicle of it on his website. As someone who has experienced the exuberance of sleeping in an illicit treehouse, I think this is very cool. For designers, for artists, architects and the intrepid, this is an inspiring story.