We are finally moving on to a new destination.
As we look through the pictures of friends and memories made, we realize that one common occurrence each day was a piece of found plywood.
At first it was a fort.
Then the fort got a cannon.
Then it became part of a raft that they tried to push down the street (but broke apart in transit).
Then they hoisted it into a nearby tree for a tree fort, but couldn’t get it entirely up there.
The moral of the story is to always bring a piece of plywood or similar when camping with kids.