This thanksgiving we had much to be thankful for. Most especially, that I am still on this mortal coil. My brush with death weighed heavily on our first year here. The financial ruin of being off work for several months will keep us especially humble for years to come. I still see the sadness in my children's eyes sometimes.
This past thanksgiving we spent at church. It is a glorious place--God lives there. After a brief service many of us went to mushroom hunting at Mount Tamalpais water shed.
The kids hiked, played and, frolicked.
Earlier that morning there was a light rain and the woods were magical.
Here we are being instructed about the proper mushrooms to collect. Father Stephan is an expert mushroom hunter.
The trails were so beautiful. Keep up Rome there are mountain lions here...
These are Honey Mushrooms
.The hike was about five miles maybe seven. Here we are at the top. Toly ran most of the way.
This is the top of this trail where we waited for the clouds to part and reveal the peak. Kassi and Rome flitted around like bundles of energy.
Tristan collecting thatching for a school project.
Just off the trail was quite steep.
But, that was where all the mushrooms were.
Father holding a huge bunch.
Tabitha spotted, hiked down and picked the prize of the day.
A huge lions mane.
After the hike dinner was fabulous, decadent beyond our current diet and much appreciated.
It was a perfect day.
