I spent the weekend with friends up in Hayward, Wisconsin for the Chequamegon Fat Tire 40 Mountain Bike Race. The woodsy yard around Hans' cabin was, like everywhere else in the region, full of edible mushrooms like these tasty little Pear-Shaped Puffballs. If I'd had more time I could have gathered literally thousands within 500 feet of the cabin. The big one? I don't know what in God's name that thing was, but I think it was planning on world domination.