
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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