Deep in the woods, we gathered fallen branches and woven vines, crafting a hidden shelter beneath thick ferns—a true secret hideout. Moss-lined walls and a leafy roof blended into the forest, our sanctuary from the world. Then, the real adventure began: cooking. We built a tiny, safe fire, its smoke curling like a secret signal. Skewered sausages sizzled, and foil-wrapped potatoes roasted in the embers. The smell of woodsmoke and warm food mingled with pine air. Eating simple, wild-cooked meals in our hidden nook felt like pure magic—self-reliant, quiet, and utterly ours, just us and the whispering trees.
