We are at F. W. Kent Park, a lovely county park, with four other couples. Yesterday, three of us newbies tramped the woods with experienced and tenacious mushroom hunter Letha. It was cloudy and cool but not windy which makes all the difference. I had one guided discovery (where Letha says "I'm standing near one--see if you can find it") and one completely on my own. Marci, however, skunked all of us with six.
We ended up with a grand total of twelve--not the bulging sacks we had envisioned but enough for some tasty appetizers tonight. It didn't matter; the woods were beautiful. The May apples were in bloom and everything was covered with that amazing spring green.
And what is that thing on the right, you ask? We don't know either but Letha's going to research it on the Internet. It's hard to imagine what the pioneers did without Google.
After we returned, Letha and I put together two different versions of jambalaya and accompanied by cheese biscuits, followed by a great ice cream dessert, it was a feast fit for fine fellows. A perfect campfire finished the evening.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.