“That looks like fun.”
I am driving with Dario to the Grand Mesa, where we are going to look for—or forage, to use the professional term—porcinis and possibly golden chanterelles. He is gesturing with his chin across the highway where a cropduster is spraying phalanx-like fields of Olathe corn. The pilot is flying less than ten feet above the tops of t…
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