My friend Ansell, whose house I stayed at this weekend in the Catskills, asked us (Erin the other guest and I) if we wanted to go foraging for Ramps at this place he knew. He wasn’t sure if there would be any left, as the season had started so early this year because of the warm weather, but if we were game we could try. Just the possibility of finding Ramps was worth the 20 minute walk into the woods – so off we went!
At about the 20 minute mark we came up a clearing, and there on a muddy east facing bank of the stream was our Ramp mother load.
Here is Erin doing her joyous Ramp Dance.
I’d say we dug up about 3 or 4 pounds of Ramps and then went down to the stream to clean them up before the trip home.
No ramp foraging expedition would be complete without a trusty Ramp hound to keep us safe and provide company on the arduous journey into the wilds of New Kingston
Expedition leader and forager extraordinaire my friend Ansell: