Chicken of the Woods

Ken J. McLeod ©

Here in the Boulder River Wilderness, the forest is deep, dank and dark.....rather forboding as it were. I had trekked miles off-trail, alone, to witness the upper reaches of the Boulder River country beyond Gerkman Creek. Bear tracks were everywhere among the salmon berry thickets and the only man tracks were mine. I followed the river to its various sources: the main right fork to Three Fingers Glacier, the middle fork descending therefrom the North Peak, and the left fork from Mt. Bullon. Hungery from the odeal, I picked a mess of Chicken of the Woods (mushrooms) growing from a tree, and cooked them over a fire in a skillet with a slab of steak I had brought.......

KJM

Aug. 1985