Old Rusty Tree House

There are times when we look back at favorite moments and often there are no photos of them. I, as well as others, have told of the tree house that I had built when I was a child. Even though we tell the story, the details are not always with it. It's a story where a photo would help see the monstrosity in all it's glory. Well, a the least some drawings of it. 

Everything used to build it was scavenged from around the farm. Old tin along with a few boards from small barns that had collapsed brought it to life. Even the nails that once held them together were pulled and straightened to be reused again. 

The large tree on the right was at the edge of a bluff that dropped down about 20 to 30 feet below. Underneath the roots of the large tree was dug out for a kind of cave tree house. Even though it was a good hiding place, it wasn't very comfortable. 

So, a little farther up from the edge I had my location, three small pine tress that had grown into a triangle shape. At first, I began with the upper section and then had the idea to add on the bottom later on. 

There it was, a mix of rusty scrap tin on the exterior blending in with the forest. The swinging bridge made from old fencing was not very reliable. There were moments when the wind blew, that the bridge wasn't the only thing swinging. With a good breeze, the entire tree house would sway and always held up. 

Here we have the inside wired with lights. It may not be the typical setup from a kid built tree house, but it worked. Everything was powered by a battery taken from a boat that wasn't used. A radio and a tail light removed from some junked vehicles parked at the top of the hill provided the music and lights. 

During the drawing of these, I was stumped for a moment and the kneaded eraser actually became one...... okay, I know, bad pun and time to stop before another one comes along.