Today Gretchen and I went up on the Grand Mesa, just to stroll through the woods and look for mushrooms. As it turns out it was a fine fine day for both. I gathered a bagful of chanterelles and boletus'. So the next step on my agenda today is to make a pot of mushroom soup.
The weather was remarkable. This is really the best time to be there. There are fewer tourists and virtually no mosquitoes. The temperature was in the high 70s. The unfortunate part of it is that the nearest pine tree to my house is still 50 miles away. You can see the stark differences in the landscape here. If I go slightly west, I hit landscapes like this:
But if I drive east, I find landscapes like this:
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