Each NMMS Foray has its unique charm. My first was in 1995 at the Girl Scout Camp in the Jemez. The season was dry, specimens were sparse, and I was hooked. Jack States talked squirrels, truffles, and mycorhizzles. With its minor limitations now polished by time, the Foray seemed perfect.

A decade later found our Foray in Ruidoso, a little dry, a bit early, and again unique. Attendance was low: 30. Species were few: 60. But what a success. I confess feeling the slightest pessimism when the field trips departed Friday morning. However, our intrepid hunters returned with impressive diversity and spectacular specimens. Thanks to Steve Trudell, Bob Chapman, and enthusiastic attendees, Saturday's Identification Workshop added a new dimension to the Foray experience. The Mushroom Tasting was as it should be. Libba, Marjorie, and the kitchen elves prepared several species--skillfully yet simply. Considering limited edibles returning from the woods, all were impressed by the variety offered.

On Sunday we left Ruidoso, but the Foray was far from over. Steve stayed on for a marathon week of trips to the Sandias, Jemez, and Pecos. One day's visit to the Jemez netted almost 50 species--nearly as many as found in Ruidoso. We found some specimens that had even the pros scratching their heads. One such was a gorgeous yellow-pored Jemez bolete which none of us had seen before.

The dinner at Villa Fontana--exceptional as always--was bittersweet: joyous with the gathering of good friends yet sad from missing those whose paths have led to moister woods. To a chorus of best wishes and praise, Carlo announced his decision to move on. Some say change is good.