The Clubhouse

Across the dirt path from the main campsite, was this cluster of trees:





Pretty much ALL day Saturday, my boys and their two boy cousins played here. They called it their clubhouse - no girls allowed! They even had a password, but I got John to tell me what it was in private. Brian got Ryan (the oldest boy cousin) to privately tell him the password too, then Brian went up to the other boys and pretended to "guess" it by reading their minds. It was funny to watch those boys exclaim "How'd you know???" while Brian and Ryan exchanged conspiratorial smiles.



At one point, I decided to go check out the clubhouse myself, and they all came out to greet me:

Er, I mean, to defend their secret lair!!!!

Hee hee. Pretty funny. When they were done "attacking" me, they gave me a tour. LOL. I didn't take pictures that time, but right before we left I had John and Ben take me through again so I could get pics.

This is the central tree (probably parent tree to all the saplings around it), who they named "Big Bumpy."

This little alcove is Ben's "jumping room."

And John's

There were also offices, a blacksmith shop, and a jail. The whole thing was totally cool, and it made me wish I were a little kid again so I could play too.