I have always always loved tree houses. I especially love children’s tree homes in suburban neighborhoods. I love the idea that something so primitive as living in trees has found a niche in 21st century middle America. Of course, I also really love a good design hotel, so OK, I probably love a tree house hotel for it’s sex appeal alone more so than your run-of-the-mill suburban kid’s club, which is why I would be willing to ignore my no-travel-35-weeks-into-pregnancy rule if only I had the cash money to fly to Sweden to stay in this joint:
Behold, the Tree Hotel. With 7 distinct tree cabins, and a bunch of designy tree stuff, it almost makes the outdoorsy-only amenities worth suffering through. (A 6 hour nature trek is their top summer excursion? Maybe this place should get a tree pool and some tree cocktails)
Anyway, I’m never going to make it here so we’ll fantasize about the rooms only
This is what the inside of the mirrored cabin (above above) looks like. Apparently you can climb up a ladder to look out that window. This is where the tree cocktails may not be the best idea.
Leave it to the Swedes to call this cabin the blue cone. Whateves, there’s still a good chance I would pick this one.
The UFO cabin
And the Birds Nest, which has a lovely Tim-Burton-meets-Burning-Man quality. But I dig it.
So, which one would you dudes stay in?