Catering to Faults: Mushroom Huntin'

The next moring Igor, his father, and I woke up rather early, got dressed, which included me having to borrow some clothes to be entirely covered, as we were heading into the forest to pick some mushrooms.

Igor, in the Goolog prisoner outfit

Igor's father grew up in Zamosa, and has spent his whole life roaming the forests near by so we were in very good hands. He knows the paths, he can find his way around even when there doesn't seem to be any semblance of directions. As Igor said, "It's no wonder the Germans lost in Russian. you get into the forest and you have people like my father who know the forest like the back of their hand. If you are German, you just get lost." Too true.

Zamosa forest

The forests here are fairly dense and they are everywhere, you have tons of different types of mushrooms, ferns, what look like birch trees, pine trees, redwood trees (of some sort), clover, thistle, stinging nettle, little rivers, and lakes. It reminds me much of what I would think the whole of Europe once looked like. Forests, fields, rivers and lake spotted with little villages that spring up out of no where.

We spent about 4 hours walking in our "Whellies" which were too large for both Igor and myself, but we found and harvested, according to Igor's dad, more mushrooms than he had ever found. My archaeologist training of looking at the ground came in handy as I found probably half the mushrooms on my own. :)