It's spring in West Virginia and that means Morel mushroom hunting for most of us out here on the mountain. Of course today is the first day I can be considered one of "us". As of today and thanks to Bill putting me on the sweet spot, I am officially a sucessfull Morel hunter. Mind you I only found three, but now I feel the spirit of the great Morel in my blood and can just taste all the others out there waiting on me to spy them with my eagle eye.. Heh Heh Heh...
Those little suckers are hard to spot, and I probably would have walked right on by without seeing any had Bill's sister not hollered "I found one!" This got me trucking up the hill to see what she had found when i found myself eye to spore with a small morel growing straight out of the hill. It was growing under some poplar trees, and so I stuck to the smooth barked beauties finding two more before I noticed Bill and Peggy chatting by the getaway vehicle. All in all it was an exciting morning with good friends, on a beautiful day, with a great catch!
Born in New Hampshire and raised in Maine, Eva's passion for living self sustainably began with Helen and Scott Nearing. Both were homesteaders who carved their lives from the land. Eva now lives in Eastern West Virginia, with her husband Dain and daughter Shayna, carving out her own life.