Morel Hunting

I did a little spring mushroom hunting in Indiana over Easter weekend. If you've never had Morels you haven't lived. They're fabulous. We found tons, over a hundred, though I only had my iPhone with me and didn't get very many good pictures.

The land we foraged on belongs to my Dad. As a kid in the 1950s and 1960s he had the run of the country and spent his afternoons there searching for arrowheads and jumping quail. Now he owns it. It's a wonderful place for a boy (or man) to play.