I headed out early this morning in search of some morels.  I first visited a spot that has been reliable for me in the past, but didn’t find a single morel. I was disappointed because I have heard reports of some finds in our area and I really hoped to find some this season.

I decided to go for a hike on a nearby trail, but I wasn’t hopeful – I had looked there in the past and had never struck gold.

I was surprised to find several nice yellows right beside the trail, just a two minute walk in from where I parked my car. I thought, wahoooo, I’m going to come home with bags of tasty mushrooms, but then nothing. I walked and I looked and I looked and I walked, and found nothing for the next 3/4 hour – until I came upon a number of trees that I thought looked promising. In this spot I started to find mushrooms again. They were not concentrated. I’d find one here, one there. Some trees had two or three mushrooms under them; others had nothing at all. In all I found about 30 morels – not a huge haul, but nothing to sneeze at either.