It remains to this day and our 3rd son Wulfgar enjoys it now. He is not alone, I love it up there too. It is two teared and very stout and safe. The bulk of it is cleverly set in the branches but a few anchor places are bolted to dead limbs. The first level is very small but the second level is amazing - right in the middle of the mighty branches with places to sit and look.
The best thing about it and the part I never even considered, was what it would be like to sit there in dappled September sun on a nut year and have a cool mountain breeze shake loose Pine Nuts all around me and on my head. Food raining down from above - it's unbelievable!!! I sit there and crack nuts with my teeth - I love them raw - fresh off the ancient tree, and delivered by our waiter the wind.
Cord is convinced they fling their nuts with all their might as they are often heard zinging and cracking their way down the tree to the ground. We have a picnic table under a fat and juicy tree and it certainly flings them at us as we sit there. Those nuts are particularly big too.
Okay - tomorrow morning, I shall climb up with my coffee cup to see if the squirrels got there first. Mmmm, Piñon Nuts with coffee sounds great!