It’s always the last thing you spot, the hidden-in-plain site prize feet away from your car. I descended on the Delaware Water Gap, just west of the Appalachian Trail, on a sunny late March Saturday, the day before Easter. It was 60 degrees, unseasonable but welcome, and while I didn’t expect to find much, morel …
Why take the easy way out of town when you can add hours of driving to the trip? Because the recent rain had promised the prospect of mushrooms, that’s why. So, for that reason instead of taking I-90 out of Seattle for the last time, I southeast, caravanning toward Mt. Rainier National Park with my …
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