“This trip goes on, rain or shine,” a hard-nosed caveat footnotes the itinerary. “Expect rain.” It’s January. Rain’s standard. Temperatures average mid-40s. Wind whips up salt-fresh air from the Pacific onto the mountaintop and brings with it a wet chill that seeps past your pores and into your bones. It’s reading weather. Fireplace weather. Stay inside weather.
We’re going foraging.