Before I was born, my mum lived in a treehouse in the Smoky Mountains and had a pet goat with one ear. His name was Van Goat. This was the late ’70s, and even then it was a unique lifestyle. But my how treehouse culture has evolved.
The Atlantic just offered a glimpse into the lives of adults who live in treehouses and, perhaps more interestingly, the burgeoning industry of treehouse hospitality. (Did you know that there’s a treehouse resort in Oregon? It’s called a “treesort”.) These folks are pretty normal people who just want a little bit of peace and quiet. Their treehouses are remarkably modern, too. You can even rent one on Airbnb.
Come to think of it, I might just do that for my next holiday and just call it a family tradition. [The Atlantic Video]