The Sound of Running Water -- Summer Collecting in the High Sierra

Tired of 100F day after day? The smog of distant fires? Well, there's an escape -- the mountains.
High up there, no need to bring the firefighter suit, just get an umbrella and a big basket...

Hopeful signs -- thunderstorms brewing in the distance, up high.. Dark skies never felt better... The cool breeze, refreshing smell of recent rain and the cracks of distant thunder.

Rain at last After the storm...

The blissful sound of running water... Hard to keep once eyes on the road... These whoppers are minimum a month old.

Across the bridge, there... ...is our friend

Bolete here, Bolete there, Boletes everywhere...

Boletus barrowsii (The White King) Boletus edulis (The Regular King)

The old stagecoach routes across the Sierra  -- the only bushwhackers you'll chance to meet these days are The Boletes of all types...              ...and the lovely competition →