dreaming of mushrooms

The mild wind from the south has me dreaming of mushrooms...hiking, gathering, eating...missing friends who have taught us, looking forward to new ones. Just joined the Colorado Mycological Society. Wyatt is a natural hunter, you just tell him to look and he will point out things us tall people miss. The Northwest was prime mushroom territory, we had weird Boletus in our back yard, also shaggy parasols (maybe shaggy manes) and we found Lepiota in someone's front yard, which we fried up and ate!!