sitting on the newly plywooded deck, soaking up the view, A guy yelled up from the bottom of the hill. "Hey I think you might be in my tree". The feeling of defeat took over the feeling of accomplishment. Reagan was a nice guy. I actually enjoyed the conversation i had with him, but, unfortunately, it ended with me having to tear the tree house down again. I dont have the money to buy more supplies to start over in a new tree, I'd say living in a tree house would be an accomplishment for me, its something i have always wanted to do, but its going to have to wait until next time.