No Kits Here

Our boys loved our Craigslist purchased playground in Indiana.  At the last moment (after the labor-intensive, shoulder-injuring tearing down), the movers said it couldn't be moved.  (FYI, moving is emotional and, at times, invokes my irrational.)  I just wanted to hold onto something familiar for the boys, and this announcement was not well received by me.  We brought the swings, slide, and a bit of the hardware hoping we could find a spot for it.  I printed a couple of photos from the internet and gave them to our driver (don't we sound fancy?).  I asked him if he might find someone who could build something similar for us.  I meant it casually, like, when you have a chance could you get a price, an idea if it could be done, etc.  Well, the next day he had everything mobilized and ready to begin.  I figured Craig should be involved for the safety of the kiddos, so we waited until last Saturday.  Craig had a grand adventure going to the "Lowe's" with the builders, places that would send OSHA into utter shock.  He returned a couple of hours later with two builders followed by an orange zhiguli with all the lumber on top.  I missed my photo of the car.  The guys were awesome, and the swing-sets turned out better than our expectations.  A swing-set in our yard is a treat, not a necessity, just an extra special something that causes us to say thanks.

Planing the wood by hand... the only power tool they had was a drill

Our yard is too long and skinny for one long row of swings, so we had Max's made separately and put out of the sun.  

Work shoes?  Why not?   He changed out of his other flip-flops and into these for working.

These guys were amazing.  Every measurement, angle, and cut was perfect.  

This builder has three young kiddos of his own and was so kind to our boys.

The finished project.  They worked most of Saturday and Sunday afternoon.