Versatility is everything when performing your favorite activities. Being confined to the bank or dock based on what is on your body minimizes the enjoyment and spontaneity of engaging with the outdoors. To stay ready for anything, Jake and I stepped out of the office for an afternoon and put one outfit through five of our favorite activities.
We threw on our classic Lightweight Long Sleeve, Fleece Quarter Zip, and Breeze Shorts, and brought them along for a few hours of water and trail fun. Check out how they performed through a single day in the field!
First on the agenda, checking out the waves...
We slipped out of the office after lunch and headed straight to the water. The truck was weighed down by bikes, paddle boards, fly rods and surfboards. The surf got priority, while we waited on the tide to flood the marsh grass with water and fish.
We showed up to our favorite break and checked on the waves. The Lightweight Long Sleeve and Quarter Zip stayed on as long as possible before being shed and left to soak up the sun. The Breeze Shorts took over catching some waves and being tossed around in the surf like a leaf in a truck bed.
Time to explore on two wheels...
The shorts started damp but dried quick and we were looking good and feeling comfortable in the Fleece Quarter Zip. We peddled the bikes under Spanish moss covered trees, down busy streets, and out to the sand.
I guess we can run...
We had some time before the tide would be in a good place to find some fish. Jake, being a trail runner among his other endeavors, suggested a light run in the mean time. I knew "light" would be a relative term, and for some reason I still agreed.
Already wearing the Breeze Shorts and Lightweight Long Sleeve, the excuse of not having appropriate attire was not valid. Jake was not amused by my "defective" laces that conveniently needed to be retied every ten minutes.
Next up, a stroll through the grass...
Spartina grass that is. I was all too happy to trade the running shoes for fly rods and hit the marsh. The breeze shorts had completely dried at this point and were ready to get wet again. With mud caking our feet and shrimp scattering in all directions we watched and listened for a familiar tail or thrash of water.
I'd like to say skill and precise casting connected my fly to the fish, but it was dumb luck. The fly smacked the fish near the tail and it turned and ate. Probably out of pure confusion.
Lastly, a sunset standing paddle...
Up for one more adventure, we pulled the paddle boards down from their perch on the roof. Still comfortable and ready to jump in, the sun steadily sank over the lowcountry as we dug our paddles into the murky creek.
Once the bugs got too bad, we figured it was only right to conclude our rough work day elsewhere with a couple beers and stories.
Rough work day—he said jealously. .