Monday, October 20, 2014

China Creek Trail


We are out of dried seaweed snacks!  To the grocery, quick!  

I have mentioned Grocery Outlet before, but I feel that it deserves another note because of the variety it brings to our humdrum lives.  Grocery Outlet has prices that are wonderfully cheap, but they stock their shelves with the items that normal groceries couldn't sell. Most of them are surely the product of brain farts somewhere in the upper management of large companies.  I went in looking for chocolate baking chips, but the only kind they had was Hershey's cinnamon chips.  They carry Philadelphia cream cheese, but only strawberry or chipotle flavored.  

But I walk on the wild side, and when I am presented with a tin that says "Seafood Snack" and costs $1.20, I am all over it.  As it turns out, seafood snack is smoked herring, manufactured by Bumble Bee (although it is written in such a tiny font that I suspect they aren't proud of it).  It is actually quite tasty.

One pleasant surprise is Ocean Snacks--thin wafers of dried seaweed. They boast about being devoid of calories, gluten, animal, and just about everything else, but the taste is reminiscent of sushi.  I also find jerky for $1.25, but the moment I open the bag I realize that some things are too good to be true.  I now have four pouches of teriyaki-flavored old shoe leather for Hubs to consume.

On my big day out in Florence, I stop at Goodwill to find a dehumidifier.  The rain has begun in earnest and the insides of our windows are growing mold, but instead of finding a dehumidifier I come home with twelve hours of I Love Lucy.  

Soft rain dwindles to nothing by late afternoon, and it is time for a hike. The China Creek Trail begins at the entrance to the campground and meanders through wood and field and rainforest. 




I bring a bag and camera in hopes of finding mushrooms, and our efforts are soon rewarded when Hubs stumbles on a patch of large King Bolites.  


We pass a man walking the other way with a grocery bag full of Golden Chanterelles and a few Bolites.  


After a good rain here, mushrooms are sure to be growing furiously this time of year.  We bring our haul back to camp and our friends (and fellow lighthouse hosts) Kevon and Debbie identify our mushrooms for us.  They lend us two books on mushroom-hunting and we set a time for the next day to enjoy a feast of grilled Bolites together.  


Not too long after we get back home, the heavens open and rain batters the Airstream for the rest of the night.  


Once again, thank you for using my Amazon links to make your purchases!  

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