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The effect was bizarre. As the current pulled and tugged, submerged branches bounced and bobbed everywhere. Little corner-of-your-eye movements had me feeling as though we were surrounded, and each limb seemed to have its own personality. One danced, its leaves shimmying like tassels on a dress; another one beckoned. By the time we eased up to our accommodations both of us were pretty darn whooped in that deliciously good way you get from O.D.ing on the outdoors.
Scott had sent us to the bigger of the two tree houses, and in kidspeak, it was utterly cool.
After tying off and wading over, we headed up and into our treetop abode. Carpeted, with futons and screened windows, a sleeping loft, and mini-kitchen, it made for the perfect clubhouse.
That night, the rushing water had a narcoleptic effect, and I woke only once, mostly because of the dazzling full moon.
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