took a long, long walk in the woods looking for porcinis. since the usual spots were empty, i figured the best way to find them would be to get lost, so i strayed from the paths i know already and headed deeper into the unknown. when i eventually started homewards, on what i imagined had been an arched trail, i glanced down upon something familiar.
i guess it's true then, that you wander in circles when lost. the same fungi. it made me laugh that i recognized them. what are the odds?
my updated direction led me to a haul of chanterelles, but no porcinis, until i was back on the timber road. there they grew by the wayside, just waiting to be noticed. oh well.
it's a good thing i'm not too squeamish, the mooseflies were everywhere. i lost count of how many i picked off my face and neck and beheaded, yet i still had four clinging to the insides of my clothes when i got back home. there's no telling how many may be hiding in my hair. once, an individual emerged after a week of being in the forest. i had washed my hair and even been in the sauna, but nothing gets rid of them. and i know for a fact some burly old hunter-men refuse to enter their realm nowadays. but i'm tougher than that.
