Ross and I had a plan for this trip up north. We were going to go morel mushroom hunting. We thought the woods by my mom and dad’s house would be perfect mushroom territory. Ross decided that I wouldn’t be able to protect him from wild animals in the woods, so he begged Grandpa to come with.

We each had our handmade walking sticks to prod the brush with. It didn’t take long before my dad was shouting that he had found one.

Fortunately, I was able to Google and show him what a morel really looked like.

We continued to poke around and work our way up to a pond in the woods.

We saw lots and lots of mushrooms, just not the right kind.

The bright spot was wandering into my Grandma’s asparagus patch. Totally made the hike worth it!

(while eating our asparagus for lunch, both my dad and I confessed that we didn’t poke around too much for mushrooms, because we were afraid a snake would slither out)