That Night we Slept in a Treehouse…
AND A MASSIVE STORM HIT!
Unfortunately I couldn’t fit all of that into the title of the blog post, but there it is!
When Nik and McKenzie first showed us where we would be sleeping while we were at the lake, I have to admit, my initial response was shock. All I could image was waking up with a spider on my face, or worse, some sort of massive bug entangled in my hair. I don’t know where this fear comes from, but I am petrified of insects crawling into my hair. Perhaps it is the thought of them being trapped so close to my face and my ears. Or the fact that I would have to use my fingers to pull them out! Some of you might remember the ridiculously hideous spider that crawled into my shower while we were in the rainforest in Malaysia. Of course, of all the showers there… It crawled into MINE!
We spent one of our Switzerland nights sleeping in a barn. And I mean a legit barn with hay on the ground, not some glamping-style barn. There were cobwebs, holes in the roof, and tools hanging on the walls. Read about that night HERE.
Nevertheless, if you take away my irrational fear of bugs, I really do like anything that seems even mildly adventurous. And seriously, look at this awesome room…
Once I got over my initial spider thoughts (I tucked those thoughts away for later… you know, for when I had to get into bed!) I was pretty darn excited to be sleeping “outdoors”. This wasn’t EXACTLY a tree house, but it was a house, up in the trees, and that open triangle that you see, did not close. Technically, if we stood too close to the opening while we were getting dressed, everyone would see us. Fortunately, there was also also a back room so we didn’t have to be exhibitionists, if we didn’t want to – hehe!
Below us was the main house, where the Klugs would all be sleeping. We left the majority of our stuff in our car, and brought up a couple of things that we might need. It felt like we were camping, but the awesome part was that there was even a pack ‘n play set up for the little man! Unlike the barn in Switzerland, this actually did feel a step closer to glamping. We were in the trees, under the stars, but we also had all the comforts that we needed.
During the night, I woke up to the sound of thunder. It wasn’t too bad to start with, but it was loud enough to wake. At the time I thought that it was loud, but in the following 20 minutes I learned what REALLY LOUD thunder truly sounded like. I lay awake, staring right at that sky, as lighting crashing and the thunder rolled. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of storms. In fact, Im the nutter who wants to run outside when a storm rolls in. Unlike spiders, I run towards storms instead of away from them. But on this night, I lay dead-still, clinging to the covers, with my eye wide open, wondering if we were going to make it through the night.
When the storm had moved directly over us I could almost feel the thunder. When it rolled it sounded like nothing I had ever heard before. As the lightning cracked, it sent out a high ear-piercing sounded like something was being whipped. Honestly, I thought we were all going to die. Paralyzed with fear, and completely unaware of what to do, I lay there praying. The storm reminded me of being in labor – not the pain, but the kind of waiting that seems endless and torturous. When the storm starting to wane, I was finally able to stop clenching the duvet. I felt my muscles slowly relax, and sometime after that I must have dozed off.
In the morning, when I asked everyone what they had done during the storm, NOT A SINGLE person knew what I was talking about! It pretty much felt like the world was ending… and I am the only person who heard anything.
WHAT THE HECK??
I absolutely LOVE storms – I love watching the lightning, and trying to get a good picture of it. I love the rain, and I adore the loud rumbling of thunder. It is all so powerful and majestic. But seriously, I don’t know that I ever want to experience a storm louder and more frightening that I did on that first night at the lake in Austria.