There I lay in bed daydreaming in the middle of the week of what to do with the coming free weekend, as I often do. Various brainstorms cross my mind, all of them having to do in one way or another getting outside into the woods. I'm leaning towards a more bushwhacking type trip that is more focused on picking wild edible mushrooms, seeing that it's supposed to be high season for a lot of yummy mushrooms (though this year has been rather so-so thus far). But then again, there are several stages on trails that are not too far away from where I live that have been beckoning me to return. I couldn't make up my mind, but I did decide to call my good friend Tomas, who is one of my more reliable friends when it comes to getting out into the wild.
I go back to thinking about other things I have to do during the week, when several minutes later, what do you know--Tomas calls me. And he immediately suggests we go backpacking this weekend without me having to say anything. I love moments like this. So we debate the various options, until we reach a complication: hunting season. Moose season began recently, and that kind of killed (no pun intended) the idea of going on any type of bushwhacking or off-trail type trip in the woods where there is hunting going on. One does not want to get shot picking mushrooms, after all. Tomas has an insightful observation, however: no hunting allowed on nature reserves. This pretty much made up my mind of where to go, and I told Tomas to trust me, I know a great place to go then.
