…that I wasn’t dependent on finding morels and ramps for dinner because I failed to find the goodies I was looking for. Rats!

I had a good visit with Tuffy Sr. in the morning and then more or less headed north and west, in search of morels. For all the other morel hunters out there, rejoice, I didn’t stumble upon your secret spots.

However, I did stumble upon the lovely forest pictured here. I was driving around, looking for a particular type of tree (which those pesky morels are often associated), when I saw a little parking spot at the side of the road, with a garbage can and a no motorized vehicles sign. By this point I was discombobulated. I wasn’t even sure which direction I was going. I skidded to a stop. This might be a good spot for mushrooms later in the season. There is plenty of mixed hardwood and a pine stand. As it turns out, I won’t have any problems finding this forest next time.