I went up to Litchfield this morning to mushroom hunt with my parents. We ate some lunch, then took all three dogs out to the lake. After not too long looking, we found a really big cache of morels. I also found a box turtle who may have been mushroom hunting too. S/he was closed up tightly when I found her/him. I bet the dogs scared her/him.
We found a few more after that, then I ran out of gas. My lungs were burning after we walked up the hill to the parking lot. Ouch. The cold I had kicked my butt.
I got home and sauteed some mushrooms for Dennis. He says they're "good", but he's "not crazy about them." I think they need to grow on him.