Ma and I took a drive towards the river today to snoop for some morels after all the rain we’ve had. I didn’t have to get far off blacktop. We were driving along a gravel road with lots of mixed dead/alive trees, most were elm. I spotted the first morel while driving. There are others at the same tree. We found a mess of them and a whole lot more pheasant backs. The pheasant backs were everywhere, but most were already too large.
We’ll be dining on the wild side tonight with our grilled burgers.
Tons of cars and traffic in Whitewater Valley near Beaver. The hills were alive, and not with the sound of music.