This is my Uncle Silvio finishing up his wild pig cages

One day he took me deep up into the mountains to search for funghi (wild mushrooms for the pasta dinner)..... He doesnt speak any english and my italian is mierda but it didnt matter . We hiked for hours in silence and had the raddest day .........

We followed the river ways up into the peaks picking the right mushrooms along the way. The water was freezing from the snow caps

In the deepest parts of the woods there are old shacks to take shelter from storms that roll off the alps into the valleys

We heard the bells of goats wandering the forest but i could never find them..........

That night we got back to the house where my aunt had home made ravioli's ready for our mushroom pickings and we all had the greatest dinner.