A very late, damp Spring. A brief, cool summer, with no real rain in July and August. That scenario was our reality on the southern Oregon coast this year, and we weren't optimistic as we looked ahead to fall mushrooming season. Searching our memories for the ingredients to good years past, a rain or two in summer seemed an important factor... and we'd had none. "Another year of slim pickin's," I groused to Mary. When our rains finally came in early September, first a day or two with 1/2" total earlier in the month, and then a pretty serious rain that deposited more than 4" on us at the month's mid-point, we both suspected it was too little, too late.
We needn't have worried.
We collected a number of white chanterelles.
