Final mementos

I am back in New York since Monday, arriving at JFK to encounter temperatures of 91 degrees. When I left Vancouver the night before it had been 70 degrees. Okay, enough of that. This is the first of a couple of posts concerning my final weeks. The next one will concern people, but here the post is devoted to mushrooms espied on my final Thursday morning hike with the ladies, this time to Mitchell Bay, where we crossed the property of the Weavers, marched through a forest in a vast state of decomposition, and made our way down to the North beach. Very small mushrooms, so you had to keep your eyes open.