Mushroom Hunting

On Saturday Joe chauffeured me and my artwork to a gallery in Harbor Springs, about 4 hours away. It had gotten cold again with rain. A good day to be on the road, for we wouldn't have been able to enjoy outdoors anyway at home. We had a good trip, though in rain, and a nice visit with people from the gallery. But the highlight of the trip was on our way home. As we headed north, the rain diminished and the temperature must have gone up. We decided to check out one of Joe's morel picking spots. Within an hour we filled a lunch bag with fresh morels, easily over a pound.
You can try counting them in the photo. Joe gave up after 75, figuring 100+. The best pick in many years he says. It was worth getting side tracked. Not only did we get to stretch our legs and loosen our flat butts, but we came home with a wonderful souvenir of the north woods in spring.