treehouse

we ain't got much by way of entertainment around these parts, but what we do have is the world's largest treehouse. or should i say the world's sketchiest treehouse? how about creepiest? craziest? religious-ist?

whatever adjective you choose, it was also pretty cool. i mean, who does this kind of thing? (answer: a minister who believes he was told to build it by God. hence the crosses, pews, nativity, and twelve disciple all made out of wood. craaaazzzzy.) but hey. it was free.99 to go and visit and it did lead us to an awesome fudge shop. 

and no church treehouse is complete without a basketball hoop above a cross.

this was the one actually spiritually appropriate part of the whole church/treehouse idea. i love stained glass windows.

you see that tippy top belltower? scott climbed into that. literally. and wow, up on the 8th story with scott inside that sketchy tower, i really felt the whole treehouse shaking and swaying. i doubt it passes any building codes.

proof that we are in god's country now: the good ol' south.

how scary would this place be as a Haunted House? BYU-I people: it could be the Haunted Mill's cousin: the Haunted Treehouse. scaaarrrryyy.