Yesterday I packed up the dogs and headed for the forests where I like to forage for mushrooms. On the radio, I heard “chance of showers”. The rain started in by the time I crossed Highway 9 and it just kept raining. It rained and it rained and it rained. Every possble indentation in the surface of the earth filled with water.

It was a strange situation. The forest had been dry and there wasn’t much fruiting, but now the forest was wet, and I was thinking the problem is that it’s been dry. In a couple days, there will be a lot more mushrooms around. Fortunately, I have a fail-safe spot for days like this, one Salvelinas generously showed me last year. It’s a hemlock forest on the edge of a bog. This one corner of forest is always damp. Mushrooms start later here, but once they start, it’s a great spot for lobster mushrooms. I wasn’t disappointed.

It rained as I drove home until I passed Highway 9. Tuffy P said they only got a few sprinkles on the home front.