Mushroom Pickin'

Ready....Set.....Head for the Hills!

   Every spring our family has a tradition: picking mushrooms.  More specifically, Morel mushrooms.  We've held this tradition for many years.  I will admit, it hasn't always been my favorite.  I love time in the "woods", I love the outdoors.  But my problem is a mushroom location issue.  I am not great at finding them.  As a kid we had to pick "so many" before we could go home....and I don't think I helped a lot.  We used to sell our mushrooms and save the money for our family ski pass in the winter.  A good trade....but I was much better at skiing than finding Morels.
  Anyway, this past weekend while "up north" we took the kids to partake in our tradition.  I was pleasantly surprised how "into it" they got.  Morel hunting is much like a treasure hunt, and my kids enjoyed it.  They did fight however, over the bucket with the mushrooms.  I guess sharing wasn't our strong suit this time.  But they had a great time.
  We hunted over the mountain side.  The air smelled so fresh. 
Afterward we packed our mushrooms to Grandpa and Grandma's and Grandma fried them up.  A treat!  Well, Mattie thought so.  Hap and Annie decided fungus wasn't their style.  So funny.

My Die-Hard

Lookin' Hard

A Total Trooper.

Lil' Go-Getter.

Beautiful.

They're Here Somewhere!

Jackpot!  We Grandma Found Them!

A Mushroom Picking Lesson

The Bucket Everyone Wanted.

Grandpa.  We love you!

A Warm Day!

My Littlest Baby and My Dad.

We spent the afternoon traversing the hills.  Riding the Four-wheelers and enjoying mountain air.  A good time!  And....we did pick a couple mushrooms.....a couple.  :)