I put these things up at great peril to myself.

For JWH is sure to see it and demand a trip there...

Why is that bad? Because I like the beach. Sand, sun, lazy days. 

But, this year, due to the machinations of a certain member of a certain family who likes thing just her way and seems to be all powerful in that no one ever tells her to shove it where the sun don't shine...well, we ain't going to the beach. So, JWH, fantasize away...

Me? I see that last one and think of mosquitoes. Or spiders. Or bigger.

These treehouses are in the French Alps. And you can go in winter/skis season, too. At least then I'd only have to fear Yetis.

See that last picture? This is where JWH loses all control and picks up the phone to tell me, "I'm in!" If I had only posted the first three he'd leave a comment to that effect. But the promise of heli-skiing, even a semi-vague hint of heli-skiing? Oh, I will hear about this.

(Images from ecotagnes.com)