Don’t say I didn’t warn you: Lots of photos coming up. Click any for a larger version. Enjoy!
This weekend was beautiful from start to finish, especially since it was a long weekend 🙂 We did more mushroom-hunting than mushroom-finding, but it was all time spent outdoors, so that’s a win in my book.
We started out with a streak on Friday, bagging 44 morels. Some of them were so tiny we should have left them to grow, but when you have an excited just-turned-three-year-old with you, you let him pick them all in the hopes that he’ll become really good at it and find them for us. Hmm…sounds like a history of my childhood, Mom.
On our way out of the woods, I spotted a veritable flock of butterflies congregated on the ground. Jess and I edged ever nearer; luckily for us, they were only interested in each other.
We spent some time getting to know this little lady. We figured she must have been a lady, because she was aggressive about the log we were sitting on. After fretting and squawking nervously, she darted toward me and vanished into a deep hole in the side of the downed tree. I’m guessing she had babies in there.
Once it became obvious that all we were going to spot in the woods were cute mammals and ephemeral wildflowers, we left in search of other hunting grounds. Instead, we ended up in Manistee for pizza and lighthouse-viewing, followed by general Lake Michigan splendor.
After the sunset, we drove east toward home with the only real expectation that Jim and Tony would be the only ones to make the whole trip awake. We were not expecting the lovely orange moonrise. Aren’t pleasant surprises the best?
Like true morel fanatics, we spend all day Saturday hunting, too. We found some nice-sized blacks on the edge of one place we stopped, but again we mostly just enjoyed the crisp air and hush of the leaves as we crunched our way around. After our limited success, we decided to bet on a sure thing: the beauty of the Old Mission Peninsula.
We rounded the weekend beauty out with a Torch Lake moonrise. My incredibly crooked, uncropped images highlight my need *ahem* for a tripod. Here they are, cropped:
And just in case you require one last moment of zen, here’s Torch Lake from earlier this evening, as a cold front pushed in some much-needed rain.