I had plenty of qualified help in building the swingset. Nicholas and I pretended we were on the chain gang as we swung the pickaxes that we borrowed from Bert and Mario.
Bert fabricated (by welding) brackets to fix the horizontal beam to the wall of our condo, and he used a hammer drill to sink the anchors.
Not pictured is the adult-only swing, a one-person hammock that Kim's mom sent us, which hangs from the other side of the "A" frame. Every time I try to sit in it, one of the kids is already there.