Foraging with family!

Driving Butter on windy, steep mountain roads isn’t trivial, but I’m getting better.  This morning, after a nice leisurely breakfast, we left camp and headed north in hopes of finding better mushroom territory.  A truck started following me, and got a little too close for my comfort.  I slowed down hoping they would pass, and when they didn’t, Andre made a remark that maybe their breaks weren’t working, which made me even more anxious. When they started honking, I nearly broke into tears.  Finally, they pulled up beside me.  There were Ram and Camila, and Sam was driving.  Running into them here, in the middle of the national forest, was really a spectacular coincidence.  They were on their way to the general store on a stopover heading to a wedding up north. After I calmed down, got lots of apologetic hugs and laughs, we jumped into the truck and drove to the general store, but it was closed on Mondays.  Still, we were gifted with our fourth forage—a triad of hospice nurses on vacation and some young guys offered us hamburgers with mustard, freshly cooked the night before, salami, cheese, and crackers, and some beer to wash it all down.  Finally, real food, which was followed by a handful of dandelion greens to satisfy our vitamin needs.  Bitter, already going to seed, I passed them around like medicine.  Even Sam ate some.