One of our outings in Michigan was morel hunting.
What are morels, you ask???
Upon entering the Hillary family, I asked the same thing.
Morels are mushrooms, and "hunting" is more like "gathering."
(Thanks Mike M. for that new description.)
Since I didn't grow up in a family of hunters, and I detested mushrooms until college, the idea of hunting for mushrooms was about as foreign as the idea of marrying a guy from my hometown...who happened to have giant lizards, snakes, and tarantulas as PETS.
Well...here I am...
hunting for mushrooms with the man of my dreams
(who graciously traded in those pets for his adoring wife).
Clare was more excited about the trees and flowers (and the Lifesaver that Mommy hid along the path) than the elusive mushrooms.
Grandma and Clare looked for trolls under the bridge.
After a while, we left the "gathering" up to Daddy and Isaac.
So, the question is...
Can I now say that I've been hunting?




































