I'm so incredibly jealous.
I got into a conversation with a young man that is a biologist specializing in fungi. He has a little business of selling wild mushrooms at the farmers market, but has been experimenting with growing varieties in his basement that are not found in this area. I asked him about ramps and he began to glow. He had lived in the mountains of West Virginia in his youth and his grandparents would take him "ramping" in the spring. He said he had sown a fair amount of seed in a few areas and had also planted several pounds of bulbs as well. He said our winters are mild enough, but having consistently moist ground is the killer. While he did not say where he had planted, he promised to stay in touch and let me know if he had any luck with getting them to take a toehold in the Black Hills.
