Happy Campers

Well, here they are. Myself and my mushroom posse. What a blast! After we found our first little morsel of magic, it was a personal challenge to make the forest submit more of these little beauties. We were like bloodhounds, noses down in the dirt, digging, turning over every leaf. I even stopped to pee on a tree. Had to mark my territory in case other mushroom seekers had their nose to the ground. Anyway, we swiped probably 30 morels! They were a bit small because of the cool weather, but this week I'm sure they're going to explode. It's not proper etiquette to ask a mushroom hunter where he hides his stash, but I will happily give up my secret. (I'm whispering now) It's in Iowa. There, you know. I think our next camping trip should be somewhere in France. I would like to take my highly trained team of fungus sniffers on a truffle journey. They're even harder to find than morels, plus you have the language barrier. Listen to me. I sound like a mushroom expert, when all we did was find a couple of handfuls of morels after our first time out. Regardless, I probably saved $3.00 by spending the good part of a day hunting, and not succumbing to the morel extortioners! I think I'll put that savings toward our France mission. In the meantime, I'm going to bone up on my French and drink some wine.