We followed a spontaneous photo lead and found ourselves at a Treesort called Out 'n' About in southwestern Oregon. We arrived at dusk to a fully equipped resort of, yes; tree houses. We wandered around the compound in a state of confusion looking for someone who might help us nestle our way into one of the cozy tree houses in time for night-night. But nobody was around. Not a soul. Just as we started to contemplate 'what-are-we-going-to-do-now' strategies (and about the time when I was beginning to get red-line hungry) we heard a strange sound emitting from the forest. It sounded like a golf cart. Before we could piece things together, out of the woods emerged three wild, bearded, screaming tree-loving humans. They were doing a little twilight zip lining. We found our way into 'The Peacock' (at left) and became indoctrinated into a whole new way of sleeping and "treesorting."


The next morning after a couple rounds of coffee and some good solid end-of-the-world conversation, we went for our own zip-line session through the old growth forest surrounding the complex.