My dad was a busy construction contractor. One summer he tore himself away from work and took the family to a week long boat camp out next to a big beautiful lake. It turned out that our campsite was actually in the lake by a few inches at high water, but dad saw a way to dam it off and keep it dry, so he grabs the shovel and starts digging trenches and building walls and ordering us around. About an hour into that,…
Where’d you sleep? Going wit the flow and enjoying life is admirable but that sounds like a pretty terrible camp site tbh.
The bigger problem with that camp was the rattlesnakes. I killed one with the shovel and felt grown up.