Work today meant hiking ten miles of the McKenzie River Trail in the snow and rain. I had five or six moments of, “I can’t believe this is what I get to do for a living.” I even said it a few times out loud. Em looked at me, as if to say, “Heck, yeah this is what we do!”

When we finally made it back to the car, I turned the heater on high for the first time this season, then drove the old 242 McKenzie Highway home through lava fields and alpine meadows dusted with white.

The hike is for a story that will come out in December. The Chanterelles, which I ended up carrying in my hat, are for some serious deliciousness.

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