I cover a lot of ground in my neighborhood. In fact, there are probably very few roads I haven’t been down at least once. Life’s little errands take me down many of these roads; flights of curiosity take me down the others. But every now and then, I find a road — or a section of a road — that I have somehow missed. And then I take it — that road less traveled.
What’s down those roads? Often, it’s serendipity. Those things I didn’t know I was looking for until I find them anyway.
In this case, it was the coolest treehouse in the neighborhood.