Dedicated to Mikey, and the love for trees we share.
There were four trees in my parents' front yard which were eventually given the names Main Tree, Tree 1, Midway Station, and Tree 2. I suppose our story begins with Main Tree and Tree 1. Main Tree was a long needle pine which was awesome for climbing. One day my best friend, Mikey, and I decided we needed a wooden bridge from Main Tree to Tree 1. This was not to be a rope bridge, mind you, but a 14 foot wood bridge about 30 feet in the air. Unfortunately, we were lacking rope at the time so the bridge was partially secured using old coax cable. Oh, don't worry--it was plenty safe.
Of course, the bridge to Tree 1 was followed by a slack-line joining Tree 1 to Tree 2. This slack-line came with a hand rope, so one could cross without slack-lining skills, provided a little bravery--It was about 25 feet high and 35 feet in length. Also, I should Mention Midway Station. the saddest and skinniest of the pines, Midway sat roughly in the middle of Tree 1 and Tree 2. One could climb it and get onto the slack-line half way, were one pressed for time and unable to use the 30 foot fat rope to scale the bottom, branchless third of Tree 2.
And, we couldn't stop there. We finally built our crowning achievement--a 100 square foot tree house 45 feet high in Tree 2, the tallest and most sturdy of all the trees. It had a trap door for an entrance and boasted two hammocks, a bin of food and blankets, and a removable tarp roof. Also, if you ever hear my mother wonder aloud where her yard furniture went to... Well, just don't implicate Mikey and me, please.
Of course, all of this is not to mention the various other slack-lines and ropes we had for swinging between, traveling through, or risking limb in those trees. Over the years, any rope or wood we could get our hands on was somehow integrated into our tree village. We even considered the benefits of such tree structures, together with an open-roofed car, were there a zombie apocalypse.
But, all good things must come to an end. After I moved to Colorado, some racoons moved into our tree house and (quite literally) crapped it up. Also, forces beyond my control made it necessary to cut down Main Tree. But, if you look through the photos, you will notice the sturdiness of our patented coax cable design. You will also appreciate the heart left in honor of a once great tree village, and the sappiness inherent in that. The stump, I mean, it's covered in sap. Gross.
Do you have a story regarding our tree village? Share it in the comments!