That short window of time during late summer and early fall where you really don’t have to cut the grass, and the leaves have yet to start falling.
Dad sits back in his favorite lawn chair and cracks open a beer. Making a toast to himself he says: “Nothing to do but relax. Here’s to the lazy days of dad...”
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 $2million.