Rob Bowen
On my last solo flight through the highly populated solar system that is the Springs green scene, I climbed to heights previously unknown to me at The Treehouse. Tucked away in a small business center, this quaint shop made for a bit of a tight squeeze as I entered the lobby, especially in these days of ârona where public spaces demand a 6-foot distance between folks.Â
At The Treehouse, the entire transaction takes place in the lobby as the budtender brings jars of product to the check-in window. Thereâs no on-site ATM and this is the usual kind of cash-only op, so be sure youâve got the ducats in your pockets before you arrive. Or, like me, you will have to make a secondary trip around the corner to cop the cabbage.Â