Niece Katie from Arizona, joined us over Mother's Day to reminisce and establish new memories! Really, she knew it was morel mushroom hunting season! I'm always apprehensive because anyone coming to our area for hunting, expect me to right spot where you have to watch your step lest you step on one! As we drive up the mountain to about 4500 ft. I'm wondering where do we start????? As usual, it always starts slow and you begin to wonder if any have popped yet? Our first stop went very slow until I spotted the first!
Then, Katie spotted several and we were off and running! We toured 6 areas and at the end of a tiring day, we managed over 6 pounds of beautiful and many large morels! And at our last stop, she doubled my output. Of course, I was 50 years older with old eyes. . .what do you expect from an old man??? She even took a nice box full, worth about $90 in a store, back home by plane! And, wouldn't you know, they stopped her at check in and opened her carry on - took everything out and eventually passed her with morels! We waited just in case! The mushroom bug has bit her again and no doubt she'll be back for more!
The next day, cousin Sharon and her son, Brent, drove to our place from California where they were visiting family along with a graduation. Sharon is one of two first cousins, still living, on my side of the family. We enjoyed lots of conversations, a live play, "Shakespeare in Love" in our theater city! along with local dining treats! They flew back to O'Hare on Friday and Dan's arrived for more hunting up in the woods! Not sure how we managed, but we again found nice a nice bunch of morels, eat more morels and continued the tradition! We enjoy all the commotion but find our hospitality skills are fading! Thank goodness, everyone understands! (click on photo to enlarge)
