Fall in the Pacific Northwest is one of our secret treasures. Often we are blessed with an “Indian Summer” that stretches from September through October. The air is crisp and still, the strong west winds of summer have died away and the cold winter easterlies haven’t yet picked up. When the tamarack, vine maple  and huckleberries all turn color, the hillsides blaze with color

               

 

The rains do come eventually, and with them come the mushrooms. Delicious Chantarelles, Boletes, Shaggy Manes and Matsutake as well as the beautiful but deadly Amanitas and the numerous varieties which defy identification, lending anonymous decoration to the forest glades where they are found.

 

 

 

                  

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