"Hey June, how long has Klyde been out there holding the door?"
"Oh I don't know, probably going on three days now."
"Why is he doing it?"
"I don't know, he won't tell me. All I know as that it started with me bringing in the groceries the other day and it hasn't subsisted since."
"Wow--odd--well all he said was 'hodor, hodor' when I asked him."
"I know, I tell ya what, he's on the quick path to hodoring his way to an early grave if he keeps that shit up."
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.