Early this morning, I drove up to the enchanted mushroom forest to see if I could find some tasty edibles for dinner. I hadn’t been in the forest since messing up my ankle, and I wasn’t sure how well I’d do, but I picked a couple reliable spots that didn’t require so much walking as some some other places I know. Normally I would take the dogs, but I didn’t this time. I’m not yet fully confident handling two big dogs, and as well, Memphis is still not 100% from her surgery, and I did not want to take one but not the other.
I did OK for a couple hours of (careful) foraging. By the end of that adventure my foot was sore and I could feel the swelling come up some, so I stopped and headed back to Twenty Seventh Street. I took a nap when I got home, elevating my foot, and it feels quite a bit better now.