along the Parvati river Gretch and I spotted a mountain lady on a steep slope of pine. She was bending, picking and scoping the ground. I became excited. MUSHROOMS! I approched the old woman and greeted her with- Namaste, mushrooms?! She was as excited as me. She handed me a plastic bag. I untied the bag revealing a nice catch of morels. Out of her wool apron she pulled out a bundle ot fiddle head ferns. She was proud to have me take her picture. I took one and left her alone, losing the chance of a great photo shoot.
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