Going High to Look

Tues, Steve, Rich and I headed out of the Valley to a higher elevation where spring was just beginning and the poplar leaves were like squirrel ears. Morels were spotty, but we got around 85 between the three of us. There was a mix of fresh blacks and small yellows. Who was low man? Moi, with 15. It was a wonderful day with good fungi friends. Cool, pure mountain water may have been the best part for me