Okay, this activity was so dear to me that it gets an entire post on its own. We took some busses (about 30 minutes outside of Oslo) to hunt for mushrooms. We were lucky with the weather and only got poured on in the last half hour of the hunt. Of course, it was only after it was pouring that we started to hit the mother load. We were looking for "trakkanterelles" or "funnel" chanterelles. Don't know what to compare it to. Perhaps an Easter egg hunt? Only you could die if you picked the wrong one, I don't think that happens on easter egg hunts.
On your mark...get set...go sopp crazy!
Who says you can't look good hunting for mushrooms? There's something sexy about a man in the forest with a basket, some small paring knives and some small mushroom brushes. 
There is something magical in the discovery of non-poisonous food.
Ta-da! I think it was close to 1.4 kg of goods. We had to lay them out on some newspaper for them to dry, and then we brushed and trimmed each one. We were cursing our success after 40 minutes of cleaning. 
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LOL! like an easter egg hunt only no one dies. That's gold!
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