Bryan showed me the outdoor style I admire.
One weekend, Bryan said “Let’s Go” as he started getting plates from the cupboards and putting them in a picnic basket.
He took a table and some folding chairs from his garden and packed them into his station wagon.
The lunch box was filled with pound cake his wife baked in the morning, sandwiches and some fruits.
Time to roll!
Would it be mountains, river or the beach?
We would play it by ear as we drove.
That day, our conversation flowed freely and we found ourselves beach bound.
After we arrived at a secret spot, only locals knew about, we assembled an outdoor stove, laid out the kitchen utensils and setup the table.
When everything was set, we took our fishing gear from the car and set off towards the water.
We spent a couple of hours chatting and fishing.
Memories of his wife,
Although the stories were of nothing special to them, but they were unforgettable
Unfortunately we didn’t catch as many fish as we had hoped.
He quickly cleaned the fish, and started cooking it with the ingredients we’d brought from home.
He took out a wine glass for me, he held a cold coke and said;
“Good Luck!” and we had a toast.
Everything was perfect.
We had taken the homeware he used everyday to the outdoors.
Left the house with no destination in mind
and upon our arrival, his outdoor adventures began.
He had made it comfortable in a different environment and I was happy with his thoughtful gestures.