I know it’s there. It’s lingering, just beneath the snow: dormant life. I am waiting for the warmth of spring to wake up this sleepy, resting life so I may start my foraging. As I walk down the forest trail I see my foraging spots. Those Red Alder trees will have Oyster Mushrooms. The edge…
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Where do I even start? How about one foot in front of the other on this muddy trail? Or how about turning down that dusty dirt road, or maybe that one? Or how about just straight through the bush? I’m just going to bush whack all over that forest, climb that mountain, wander that creek…
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MOOSE, MUSHROOMS, and MUD 