Foraging Morels in Oregon Forests
written by Thor Erickson | photography by Tambi Lane The early morning mist still clung to the Douglas firs when we pulled off the gravel forest road just east of the Cascades near Sisters. It was early summer, the sweet spot for morel mushroom season, and I was with my good friends Thomas and his son Chris. I’ve nicknamed Chris “the Mushroom Wizard” based on his knowledge and skill in the world of mushroom foraging—and his likeness to a wizard. We’d been texting back and forth about this excursion for weeks, waiting for just the right moment when the morels were up. We each carried a mesh bag, a pocket knife and a glint in the eye that only morel hunters know: hope, laced with visions of how we would use the fungi in our kitchens. We hiked for a half mile in silence, not wanting to tip off anyone…

