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| It's become a habit. When it's not flyable, got to the forest and rummage in the underbrush, see what we can find. |
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| A funny one. |
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| And, at various places, out of the green and into a burn zone from last year's fire. Met a morel hunter here. Morels in August...crazy. |
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| Hot fire, black trees, dead dirt. |
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| And, then back into the living forest--complete with some hungry polypores overtaking whatever got in the way. |
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