Monday, June 11, 2012

Just Playin'

When a person reaches the age of 47 or thereabouts, and someone asks what that 47-year-old did over the weekend, one of the least anticipated answers might be, "I played in a tree house."

This isn't the tree house, but this was on the way to The Tree House
 and is a story for another day.

If Chesapeake Bay Woman happens to be on the receiving end of that question, however, that's her Final Answer that's not entirely outside the realm of possibility, as far as answers go.

The Tree House is hidden in the right  side of this photo.

Once upon a Saturday afternoon, Chesapeake Bay Woman was waiting to see what life would bring next, because it always brings something fun and unusual. And all she has to do is wait for it.

(It's never, ever planned.)

Lo and behold, her high school friend Waterman JP asked if she'd like to take a trip to Bavon to see Something Which Escapes Her Memory but which turned into a side adventure involving tree houses.

Technically these are considered tree stands, from which he hunts. But in my book, no matter what, they're tree houses.

He built the one below stem to stern. The original structure was a tree house for his daughter.

Now that his daughter is in college with no immediate need for a tree house, he has re-purposed it for hunting.

(And random Saturday afternoons with an old friend.)

FYI. A 10 47-year-old with the soul of a 47 10-year-old can scale that ladder like it's nothing.  Coming down is a whole other story.

When someone stands or moves inside this tree house, even with no wind, the structure sways.  When two adults approaching the age of 50 are inside trying to get their bearings and find the quickest way to discern who will still be alive to dial 911 open up the windows for cross ventilation before they cook to a medium rare and the turkey buzzards hunker down for supper...well

That thing is swaying way more than is comfortable for CBW.

However, there was one ingredient in this Recipe for Potential Disaster that made CBW realize her fears of impending doom a possible Tree House Catastrophe were unfounded.  

And it was this person.

Waterman JP, who can build, fix or do just about anything. 

If JP was confident that a 911 call was unnecessary, then I was too.

(I did insist that we not be on the ladder at the same time, so that one person would have the sense to dial 911 if the other person slipped and splintered their 47-year-old bones.  Luckily that wasn't necessary.)

Thank you, JP, for reminding me that I am still 10 or 12 years old even though the birth certificate says otherwise.


Kay L. Davies said...

Good for you, CBW, and JP, too. I'm actually 29, but you'd never know it to look at me.

deborah said...

Yay for you! Time you went out and had some fun!

Anonymous said...

Looks like fun. All it needs is a giant vine hanging nearby so you can swing through the trees and play Tarzan and Jane. :)


Mental P Mama said...

Wait. He's cute.

Daryl Edelstein said...

I can understand why it felt warm in there ...

Meg McCormick said...


Dghawk said...

I'm so glad you got to play this weekend and have some fun. I got to "play" with the new pump for my pool. I just thought I could change it out with the old one. WRONG! Every connection was different, so it's been "fun" rounding up plumbing adapers and connectors to make it work. Maybe I'll get to play next weekend.

Country Girl said...

Oh, my. He does look like he could do just about anything. Whoa, girl !

Waterman JP said...

CBW thank you!And thanks to all your blogger friends. Once again you go girl.

Waterman JP said...

CBW Let us not forget about the edge of darkness perimeter check on the gator,which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was my first perimeter check. What a wonderful weekend! Thank you.