Welcome to Wednesday Warn Shots, the series where we share a bonus story with you in the

middle of the week to help you get through that midweek slump.

This week we have a story titled No Morels from a listener named Eschel.

This happened to me recently.

The weather felt like it went from winter to summer in mere days.

The temperature shift, plus some rain, is primed for morale mushrooms.

I planned to take a half day from work to jet off to the forest and find some.

With plans in the early evening, I didn't want to go deep into the wilderness like I normally

do on a foraging trip.

Instead I chose an experimental range, closer to town that is very popular among bikers,

hikers and trail runners.

It's never empty and is one of the safer wooded areas around.

The conditions were drier than I had actually expected and a layer of fallen leaves still

covered the ground, making these already hard to find fungi extra challenging to seek.

After some walking, I had not seen any mushrooms, which wasn't promising.

Eventually I decided to just enjoy a long walk in the woods while keeping a sharp

eye out for them.

I was listening to a podcast.

Wouldn't you know it was Let's Not Meet.

There were fewer people than usual on the trails on this balmy spring day, but I passed

a handful of folks out getting exercise.

Still listening to the podcast, I passed a woman who slowed her running long enough to

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