My first trip out this season revealed a trove of half-free morels just barely breaching the surface of my sure-thing patch. A week later I returned with great expectations. To my dismay, the patch was bare!
As I hopped around from rock to log to make sure not to accidentally trample any precious specimens, my mind went back to what I'd seen on a few days earlier... How could they all be gone? Other animals? I've yet to come across any forest animals that prey on morels. Then I remembered the hikers. A pair of them had wandered by as I studied the ground last week. One of them took a long look at me. Could he have been a rival mushroom hunter? Spotting me for what I was and circling back after I was gone to find my secret stash?
Then I found it. The same little half-free cap that I'd found last week. It hadn't grown. It had instead begun to dry out and shrivel up! True, it hadn't rained since last week but I didn't think it had really been so warm that it would have killed off this entire harvest... But as I looked closer, sure enough all the caps were still there. Like little raisins. Will they recover? It's raining today, so maybe, but it looked pretty bleak. More to come.

On the bright side, the hawk's wings (Dryad's saddles) are out and thriving. In fact I came across this lucky find (see photo) and decided to bring it home as a bit of a consolation prize. My own little hawk's wing home hobby kit. More to come on that as well...