Past beaver dams.
And past the trees they had chiseled away.
Stopping only to reflect upon the beauty that engulfed us on every front, we diligently trudged onward.
Then, at the end of a long waterway, there it was...the first morel. A superb example of Morchella elata, the black morel. Proudly standing alone, its siblings still undercover, we took only a picture and that was enough.