When it comes to favorite activities, the world offers up many delicacies. Many choices. Surfing. Hang gliding. Skiing. Hiking. Hunting. Fishing.
Invariably, there’s a geographic element to contend with. You want surfing, head to Dana Point or Makaha. Des Moines? Elko? Not so much.
Like they say, location, location, location.
When you find yourself in Hiouchi, best be prepared for what’s readily available. Fishing. Crabbing. Surfing. Boating. Hiking. Running. Biking. Birding. Foraging. They all compete for attention.
Me? I’m kind of limited in my outlook. On my short list of fun is definitely the local fungi — the search, the pleasure of the hike, the identifying, the socking away in pockets or bags, the cleaning, the cooking, and eating. We’ve got all the right ingredients — rain, rich soil, trails into desolate terrain, few people to compete with. And with so much rain recently, the mushroom population is exploding (much more so then the still-elusive steelhead). Time to cull the herds!
So off we go. On to the trails, into pseudo-forest and moist undergrowth by the bnb, even a walk to the river might net a group of edibles growing out of the steps leading to the beach. There’s been so much rain I’ve got mushrooms growing out of the deck at some spots (no, we won’t be cooking up any fungi that grows in pressure-treated lumber).
We will, however, be cooking up what you can forage before breakfast, as seen in the above shot — eggs topped with mushrooms picked by Anna and Anthony (and see them here, on my Facebook page).
Don’t worry, they didn’t pick them all.