Today (Christmas Eve), my family and I took a hike to Bass Lake, one of our favorite walks, with "Michael the Mycologist" as we call him. (A mycologist is someone who studies mushrooms.) It was a lot of fun. The scenery is really amazing, with cliffs on one side going down to the sea.
Later along the trail we pass by shady woods. Proclaiming that this was the perfect mushroom habitat, Michael took us off the trail to explore. The needles on the ground formed a cushiony brown carpet.
And we did find the mushrooms. I got down at ground level to take photos of the mushrooms. I have a friend who loves mushrooms and thinks they are very cute. I now agree.
I love these ones:
After we had been wandering about looking at mushrooms for a while off the trail, we decided to get back to the path. That involved bushwhacking down a steep hill covered in ferns and blackberry bushes. By the time I got back to the path I was exhausted and had moss in my hair.
And I saw some awesome non-mushroom things, like the rings of a tree stump.