I remembered those pies as I walked the Leiner River trail, carrying a huckleberry branch lopped off by the trail maker, picking and eating the ripe berries as we went. The bush provides.
My son asked about some of the mushrooms we passed: could we eat those? I recognized Russulas, which we had eaten up north. They tasted and had the texture of erasers, I told him, and he lost interest. But there were many others, food for slugs and bears, not for us, not without a specialist to pronounce them safe.
|Collybia, I think. Possibly edible. With slug bites.|
|Typical clearing floor: evergreen twigs, needles, and cones, mosses, wild blackberry leaves, a huckleberry branch. And mushrooms. A slug has been eating a couple of them.|
|The same mushrooms, from ground level.|
|Something broke this one off.|
|Two unidentified mushrooms posing as siamese twins, with a wild blackberry twig growing through them.|
|Slug eye view. Same mushrooms. (Gilled bolete? Edible?)|
|On a disintegrating log. Unidentified. The cap of the one on the left has been nibbled on.|
|Strange, blobby polypores. Shelf fungi that forgot how to make shelves. (Maybe when the tree went from vertical to horizontal.)|
|Pretty yellow slug, a mushroom eater. One of many. This one's on our picnic table.|
|We're still here on the Leiner River trail.|