Fall mushroom season is in full swing in FOTL's stomping grounds, which explains my absence of late. Been on a 'shroom odyssey and w...

On Orcas Island this past weekend for a father-son campout, we played the traditional "Life and Death in the Woods." My boy lives...

It was supposed to be a jam, but I skimped on the pectin and my parsimoniousness was rewarded with a slightly thinner batch with bounce to i...

While scouting mushrooms in the mountains yesterday, I was reminded of a comment from a professional forager I interviewed this spring. ...

Friends, the verdict is in. But first some suspense. As you'll recall, in recent weeks I've been putting a batch of frozen spring po...

Lowland salmonberries may be long gone, but up in the mountains they're peaking right now. Last week I gathered a few cups above 3,500 f...

Calling all foragers and chanterelle-o-vores! To celebrate the beginning of another wild chanterelle mushroom season in the Pacific Northwes...

Surprises sometimes await you in the wild. Though usually thought of as a springtime delicacy, I found a bunch of fiddleheads the other day...

I love Canada. At my old bookstore job I used to work regularly with Canadian publishers, who came down to Seattle each season to present t...

It's Mrs. Finspot 's birthday today and I figure she'd like to see—relive, really—these shots of her boy catching yet another fi...