About two weeks ago Mike worked on the kitchen faucet for the second time but was unable to completely stop the leak until parts were bought in Flagstaff. Unfortunately that didn’t work either. It’s a very old RV, so parts don’t always match. The kitchen was a mess so we went to lunch at the Grand Lodge. We ate the Indian Taco and Chili Verde Burrito so fast I forgot to take a picture.
And then being fully fueled we took a walk on the Widforss Trail. I love how this rim trail stays mostly under the shady forest with patches of wildflowers yet also provides peaks into the Transept Canyon and beyond.
The many days of earth quenching rain followed by days of sunshine brought out a diversity of mushrooms. I don’t really know what all these are. (More about mycology study later.)
I’ve been gathering wild edible mushrooms for years, but in the moist Pacific Northwest.
Most people think of Arizona as desert, yet I’m sure you’ve seen from many of my photos it’s not All desert. Last year I saw the delectable Shaggy Manes here, but alas, not until they were too far gone.
This year they’re growing under the RV. And quite delicious when very fresh.
I kept seeing this shelf mushroom on dead trees thinking it looked very familiar. So I took enough photos from all angles to check at home in my field guides for confirmation. I kept telling Mike, I think that’s a choice edible. Oh yea! it’s an Oyster mushroom, very tasty. And before you can remind me not to gather anything—especially mushrooms—in a National Park let me tell you it’s OK to graze. Pick just enough to eat while in the park, not to pack home or to sell.
Poisonous Fly Agaric
The soonest I could return, two weeks later, and no more oyster mushrooms. You really have to pick them when their prime. Just stay away from the one above, very poisonous.
But that’s OK, because we really enjoyed the hike and views.
We walked about 2 miles (3.2 km) each way along the Widforss Trail.
This trail was named after Gunnar Widforss, a Swedish/American artist who lived and painted at the Grand Canyon in the late 1930s.
On the Trail to Grandeur Point by Gunnar Widforss
He produced a large collection of watercolors prized for their geologic detail. Google him to see more.
My version. We sure enjoyed getting out of the house and away from the ongoing plumbing problem.