Morels keep coming on Green Ridge
From Green Ridge – above the Metolius River
We hunted with friends on Sunday, May 23, starting at the Black Butte burn on Rd. 11, but found little. We slowly made our way up near the top of Green Ridge where the Wizard Falls fire ended several years ago. Ah-ha, Big morels, not the small little burn babies, but big ponderosa-pine-cone-sized morels!
We hiked up and down the hill, seeing only a few cuttings of other pickers. Some morels were fresh at 4500 ft. and some older, having been frozen and thawed a few times. By the time we reached the top of the ridge, it was late and my eyes were tired of looking, so most of what we found was in the last hour and you see in this basket. Still there is enough to dry instead of eating every one in a meal or two. Yes, I know they are supposed to be cut in half so they can’t be sold. They crumble so easily when cut if they aren’t totally fresh With our little last minute stash, we broke the rule, one that Ron usually is very good about following. Finding the big morels is so much more fun than all those little cones!