After a nice little Easter service at the church down the road, I hopped in my car yesterday and drove an hour and a half southward to go "mirkel hunting".
"Mirkel" is the local term for "morel". The story goes that the locals say when the morels come up, it's a "mirkel"! (Mirkel = Miracle, by the way.)
I was asked along by Josh and Andreas, two extremely nice fellows who I met while they were building a stone patio for Susan. Josh knows a mountain near Wintergreen where he's had luck morel hunting in the past, so that's where we went.
It was actually my first time on a wild mushroom hunt. It was a beautiful day for it - the sun was out, but it wasn't super hot, and I got a nice hike out of the bargain as well.
And while we didn't quite make out like bandits, we found enough for me to enjoy a very nice breakfast this morning.