July 21, 2007

A Walk in the Wets

Rain threatened, but M. and I set out around noon to see if recent wet weather had brought up any mushrooms nearby in the Wet Mountains.

Yarrow was blooming, mixed with wallflower.

One fir tree displayed a yellow ball of dwarf mistletoe (not the kind that Druids harvest).

M. moved into hunting-and-gathering mode and started spotting mushrooms.

The boletes were coming up. We ate all that we harvested tonight. When we get more, we will dry them.

On the way back to the Jeep, we encountered a ferocious beast. (Note to British readers: this is not the kind of skunk that you smoke.)

This half-grown skunk ran down the trail ahead of us with its tail in the air, just like a house cat. It seemed to have no clue about using its main weapon.

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