I built a citadel fort atop a large rock this morning. I’d never built one like this before and it was a different physical and mental experience. The driftwood had to be hurled or dragged upward and then wedged and maneuvered into the rock to provide stability. It’s sturdy for sure, which simply means it will last until the later afternoon when the winds whip up and blow it apart. But I have no doubt the fort will delight a few beachgoers today before its inevitable demise. They’ll have to climb to reach it. If they do, they will be rewarded.