| I think this is a Naematoloma disprsum. |
Seward Park is on a piece of land that sticks out into Lake Washington in the south part of Seattle. It is filled with lush ferns and moss and douglas firs that stretch upwards as far as the eye can see. But the truth is I hardly looked up. When mushroom hunting your focus is on the ground. Eyes slowly wandering through leaves and fallen branches and then quickly darting here and there hoping, with fingers crossed, that you will stop on the right spot.
Like a roulette table, round and round the eyes are spinning, and I clench my heart muscles and wish that I'll land on the money spot and find a mushroom. As Amy and I were cracking jokes, walking down the path, (and off path, don't tell on us please) I could feel the hopeful feeling swelling and releasing the tight wishing sensation from my chest outward. It totally reminded me of gambling.
I could hear the similar voices yammering in my head.