Since I can remember, the end of summer has been my favorite time of year.
The bounty is in full swing — wild berries are ripe, pulses of salmon flood the Inside Passage’s streams and fjords, mushrooms emerge from the deep moss, fall’s crisp air is right around the corner. It’s harvest season.
The hard part is deciding which sustenance to pursue. Walking up the stream with my fishing pole I snack on blueberries. A bright orange golden chanterelle mushroom shines in the undergrowth. I’ll sauté this lovely fungi with onions and if I’m lucky add a cherry-chrome coho from the lazy stream's hidden depths.