Yellow Creek Campground

in Plumas County is a delightful PG&E-owned small campground with nearly no amenities. It has eleven campsites, two without raccoon boxes, two vault toilets and at least running water.

It is, however, beautiful beyond compare.  Located on a meadow with a stream

passing one-third of the campsites and with a canopy of pines and firs to shade the campers, it’s a little garden spot all its own…and then there are the mushrooms.  Oh my goodness, the mushrooms.

I fear I have left out a few.  Don’t worry; it’s raining right now so I should have new ones for you soon.

I relaxed after a hard day of squatting to photograph mushrooms (that weren’t there when I left camp this afternoon) by photographing their newer brethren, freshly emerged into my camera’s eye while being serenaded by at least six different kinds of birds (a red hawk among them) at sunset.  After dark there are frogs to keep the gentle susurration going, so that my sleep is as peaceful as can be…except knowing there are black bears about (my first day here there was a mound of bear evidence[1]).

Also, there are cute ice flowers to be admired, if you look carefully for them.

1. I may continue to use “evidence” as an euphemism for all things scatological in future.