Nestled among towering pines, I carved out a cozy barbecue area in my forest settlement. Using flat stones and salvaged bricks, I built a sturdy fire pit lined with clay to contain the flames. A simple wooden table nearby serves as a prep station, shaded by a handcrafted canopy of branches and tarp. A metal grill, repurposed from old fencing, sits above the coals, perfect for cooking fresh fish and foraged veggies. String lights drape overhead, glowing at dusk. This spot is more than functional—it’s my sanctuary of warmth, flavor, and peace, where smoke swirls into the trees and solitude tastes like freedom.
