Vernon was born in the Pacific Northwest and still lives in the shadow of Mt. Hood, near the small town where he grew up. Vernon has spent decades wandering the hills, hunting mushrooms, camping and riding motorcycles into the remotest nooks and crannies to be found in the region.
Friday morning my brother went with me to help get the last 8 tipi poles to finish filling my permit. Even though I made it out of the house by 9:30 (an early start for me) it was late by the time we got to the woods. We spent a good deal of time stuck in construction on the bridge.
We dropped off a couple more poles at the Pistol Creek camp on our way up – we now have 32 poles cached at Pistol Creek, almost enough for the long house next spring.
My brother and I looked around camp to see if we had missed any garbage after our last camp out. Turns out we had, so we cleaned that up before going on to harvest poles at Plot 2.
After harvesting the poles, we headed back down to Chanty Camp and spent a little time picking mushrooms.
I found half a bag-full. Andy found about the same, but it was obvious from the holes and broken stumps, someone had been there ahead of us, and had found many more. Our favorite patch has been discovered. Time to find a new spot.
Andy got bushcrafty, shavng some tinder for the fire.