The salmon weren’t running over the weekend, in spite of the recent rain. But the mushrooms were in abundance. We’d heard that a scrubby piece of land by the ocean was turning up king boletes by the basketful. After a morning run on the river, Josh, Meg and I hurried down toward the pine forests of Lake Earl and took off into the bush.
This is a beauty Josh is about to dry saute and prep for what turned out to be an epic pizza dinner.
Tomorrow I go out for more.