We stayed in what was advertised as an adult treehouse. It wasn't. It was just an A-frame lake house that happened to be on stilts. But it was still incredibly nice.
We had this view from the kitchen, not too shabby.
We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Danny Jive and his Uptown Five.
We stayed in what was advertised as an adult treehouse. It wasn't. It was just an A-frame lake house that happened to be on stilts. But it was still incredibly nice.
We had this view from the kitchen, not too shabby.
We had so much fun driving from Seattle to Portland last year that we planned a casual road trip. One where we don't have to actually be anywhere at a certain time so that if we wanted to pull off the road to see the worlds largest ball of yarn, we could.
We left Friday morning after Thanksgiving, getting on the road somewhere around 8-8:30 AM. Sometimes I forget not every highway is like 70/170/270. 44 outside of St. Louis is an easy ride. Rarely was I finding both lanes plugged up with slow moving trucks. I didn't see any cops. It was a nice ride in the sunshine, listening to podcasts.