Okay, I did whoop a little from the shock of the temperature of this cold water just above a waterfall in Yosemite;
Having one’s toes nibbled on by a squirrel is fun,
which included going up north to Mt. Shasta, near where my mom and her husband live.
There were breathtaking views, loving company, and delicious meals throughout the trip, but I confess I whooped loudest when I found this chicken mushroom just a few feet away from the picnic table at one of our campsites:
Not saying that was the best moment of the trip, but it was an unexpected treasure find. I cooked it over our campfire and turned it into a pasta sauce.
Heading back to Brooklyn tonight.
Foraging tour in Central Park August 18
Food preservation workshop in Brooklyn August 25