Larch Mt campout with mushrooms

Fall is a great time of the year for hunting for mushrooms from a bike seat. I packed up my bike and set off from southeast Portland.

The Springwater trail, where many rides in Portland start. We are riding through Gresham. It’s going to take 4 hours of riding to get to our camp.

No cars, or petroleum fumes to breathe here.

Tim, with all his camping gear over the rear bike rack. Hard to not smile as you enter the Larch Mt scenic corridor here. The trees on either side cover up the view an intermittent clearcut beyond.

Mushrooms were seen at every turn. These shaggy parasols are edible, but they are older, and we left them for the bugs.

Up the hill to the campsite. A mile after entering the National forest boundary, we turned left on Palmer road, going thru the gate, and riding down the gravel surface for a mile or so.

Then we took the first right on a forest road, and pedaled on the stones and gravel for a quarter mile or so. Walked a left at a trailhead for a minute, and it looked like this:

Old growth forest with larch, fir and cedar. A beautiful spot.

There is a stone fire ring and a couple of places to pitch a tent. Later somebody removed these amenities, trying to restore the forest floor to it’s original state. May as well remove the trail nearby, and the gravel access road using that line of thinking.

My bike. I carried 40lbs of stuff.

there is a trail next to the campspot. It takes one to Multnomah Falls. Walking up and down it I found lots of mushrooms.

Probably a Tricholoma of some sort… Not something I want to put in my mouth necessarily.

Here’s the cauliflower mushroom (Sparassus sp). Doesn’t look too bad in the picture, but was turning yellow and losing its integrity. When white and crisp, they are good cooked up in about anything.

Lots of these on the forest floor. Amanita vaginita probably. Edible, but I don’t eat these Amanitas because of resemblance to the death cap (Amanita phalloides)

Western red cedars sometimes begin life on a parent log, and then develop root structures like this.

Never could get a fire going. The wood was too wet, and we had no good tinder.

View of the Columbia river gorge, steps away from our campsite.

heading back down off the mountain the next morning. The trip lasted about 22 hours.

still learning how to use my new camera…


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