A little underwhelming, but still fun. We set up in a public park with a pickleball court right beside our tents. So at 6:45am the old folks started showing up and gossiping over the sound of paddles and bouncing whiffle balls.
But helping make breakfast the next morning was fun and my son was mainly in it to hang out with his pals.
Really glad I didn’t open this on the train.
I've got a hooker in the room. I didn't want her to see this.