On the walk down to the swimming hole at our Summer Sanctuary is a ghostly and decrepit but sturdy old playground. Somehow, the equipment is always in fine repair. There are swings, a teeter totter, monkey bars, a slide and several riding toys, some of them with friendly faces pockmarked by rust and mildew. My kid can't go past this playground without having a quick clamber. This past visit we decided to name them. Above we have Gonzo.