The Last of the Great Porcinis

In a few months I’ll be cross-country skiing while humming Christmas carols—a sobering thought. So like everyone else in my valley I’m madly squeezing in every last drop of outdoor activity while the sun shines warmly. That means golf and fly-fishing, gardening and mushrooming. A world of porcinis (boletus) still awaits me on the mountains, but the weather is getting …

The Bounty Continues

Ranchman the Superhero (my husband), inspired by my raving about ‘shrooming, decided to take a break from his other athletic endeavors (never marry an ex-rancher; they’ll run you into the ground) so that I could introduce him to the fine art of mushroom foraging. I also suspect that he had pinned his hopes on another fine mushroom savory tart. Foraging is …

Nasty Pants and Me

  A sow bear in Alaska wants me. Local fishing guides call her Nasty Pants. I call her something much worse. Our first encounter was five years ago. I was minding my own business while fishing for trophy trout at Brooks Falls in the Katmai Wilderness. Nasty Pants came barreling around a large willow stand, huffing and teeth-clacking and making …