|Morels can be hard to spot at times|
But morel madness is very hard to ignore and so on Sunday afternoon, literally less than 12 hours before we had to get up for the long drive to the airport, we made one last attempt to find some mushrooms and struck gold. Well perhaps struck tin because we found enough for one large mess for the three of us to eat for supper that night and that was it. It was probably the fewest morels I have found except for a time or two I can remember with early spring droughts but it wasn't zero. While we were gone in Boston, my parents and brother would find some more for another couple messes, one of which they graciously saved for me to consume upon our return, but overall, it was just a marginal year for them up here. I can't stress this enough though, when you have morel madness as I do, even a marginal year is better than no morels at all.
|Rotted hollow in a tree trunk which would have made a dandy emergency crapper.|