This post won’t have a recipe. It’s about one night that we spent with our friends in Seattle this summer when we went on our big adventure. This was our first full day exploring Seattle with our friends. Little did we know the day before that Rod’s mother would pass away and he and Jill would have to abruptly alter their year-long travel plans and drive home the next day. We had planned on enjoying another full week with our traveling companions and that week was reduced to just a few hours. We asked them what they’d like to do on their first and last night in Seattle and we all agreed that having a crab boil on the beach in Bainbridge Island where our hosts, the Ware family, lives, would be the best way to enjoy each others’ company and make some lasting memories for everyone and for Rod and Jill who would be going home the next day.
So we packed up all the needed supplies and we drove down to the beach. We played in the sand and watched Ollie girl experience the ocean and sand between her toes for the first time.
There were long conversations sitting on logs overlooking the water and the amazing view of Mt. Rainier in the background with the glorious pink moon that was settling on the water as a backdrop for our meal together.
Mount Rainier and the rising moon in the same shot. An other-worldly experience.
We brought live crabs and potatoes, corn and sausages and got our water to boiling and while everything simmered, we played in the fading light of a very long and adventure-packed day.
It was one of those nights you read about in books written about summertime. It was like one giant cliche for how you’re supposed to spend your summer. I’d never had the opportunity to do anything like it, being from a place where there’s no water in sight for miles. And our lovely hosts knew exactly what to do to arrange a beautiful trip for us, and through their giving and sacrificing spirit, we had the time of our lives. The whole trip, not just this night, was a dream!
I had my first oyster – a briny, creamy and amazingly flavorful little creature that I will admit, I wasn’t sure if I loved or hated. It gave me shivers – whatever that means. But I’m glad in THAT place with THOSE people, that I tried something new and didn’t hold back from the experience.
Because, you see, you only get one night.
This evening is the last evening you’ll get to spend with the people you love. It’s the last meal you will enjoy and it’s the last evening of doing whatever it is that you love with whomever you love most. I’m not trying to be morbid, I just realize with new clarity that we are not guaranteed tomorrow and so today, tonight, this present moment is all we have. How often we spend our days planning for tomorrow. How often we waste our moments fretting about the past, what our lives should have been or could have been. And every moment we do that is a moment wasted and gone forever. Today is it. You survived the night – how will you celebrate that fact today?
The meal was amazing and we were salty and smelled like the sea from head to toe when we all piled back into the cars to go home. I got to spend that night with some of my favorite people in the world and I’m glad that Rod and Jill got to experience such a perfect moment before having to cut their trip short to go home and deal with much more serious matters. We snapped this picture right before we lost the light and I think it’s one of my favorite pictures from the trip. I am forever grateful to the Wares for sharing their home, their beach and their city with us. I think we spent our “one night” very well and I can say that I had no regrets or “should haves” on this trip.