Michigan morels, look out…we’re coming for you.

It’s late spring in Indiana, so the mushroom hunting season is over. If I want to keep hunting (and eating) them, the only option is to drive north, and that’s what we have done. Our friends Kelley and Jennifer joined us for a convoy to a private RV park in north/central Michigan, whose name shall not be revealed. Rule number one of morel hunting…don’t reveal your exact location!!

Hitting the road for parts north!

Vera was eager to get on the road

The first stop on our adventure was Pokagon State Park near Angola, Indiana. We were able to book two sites together (no. 106 and 108) but they weren’t ideal locations for maneuvering the vehicles into place. In fact, it was downright difficult. I had tried to get waterfront sites, but those were fully booked. We made camp and spent a little time in the woods on a desperate last hunt for Indiana mushrooms, while Bob got ready for a gig back down in Ft. Wayne with Pat McAfee.

Sites 106 and 108 at Pokagon State Park

While Bob and I were down in Ft. Wayne, the girls set up a hopeful little shrine to the mushroom gods.

Bob clowned around with Pat on stage.

Once in Michigan, we had adjoining campsites for the June Bug and the Steely Van, with full hookups and a nice view of the woods behind us.

Just like the same sites last year, a beautiful little morel mushroom was growing RIGHT BEHIND US and we took that as a good omen.

Because the hunt was our reason for traveling, after setting up camp we dashed immediately into the woods, hitting spots we found last year in the same park. Success! We came back with a nice haul for dinner.

Jennifer took a spill on the bike and got herself a boo-boo!