Here it is almost the end of July, and we're still reminiscing about spring mushrooming on Mt. Hood.
True, our success was somewhat limited this year. We found our usual giant puffballs mid-May. Then, events conspired against us, and we weren't able to venture to our favorite morel and bolete spots until June. Nonetheless, the mushroom gods smiled fondly upon us, gifting us with a bolete, and one that had a lot of character. As you might guess from the misshapen cap of this particular mushroom, it had forced its way through a mound of gravel and disturbed soil before bursting into the daylight, undoubtedly accompanied by a loud Hallelujah chorus.
The cap may not have been perfectly shaped, but
the quality and condition of the flesh was A+.