What is it about freeway on ramps that mushrooms love so much?
I've walked around woody areas all day and found nary a lousy couple of beaten up fungi - but sidle up to some freeway weed-retarded wood chips, scattered willy-nilly, you can barely take a step without treading on a whole nation of the things. Must be all those spores from discarded fast food cartons. My favorite spot is near Trader Joes on Bryant Street. A week of rain and sooner or later I'll be there, poking around the fungi dudes, arching their backs to the passing breeze of Chevy and Toyota.
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