Last Sunday, the
silver-gray sky and threatening rain clouds in the distance didn’t stop us from
trekking out to a national forest, located on the outskirts of Warsaw.
Kampinos National Park (Kampinoski Park Narodowy) is
located in east-central Poland and covers an area of 407 square kilometres
(157 sq. miles). We had visited the forest once before in early spring
shortly after we moved to Warsaw, but this trip we headed out to see the
remaining fall foliage and changing colors.
We drove to the small
village of Kampinos, 38 km. away
from our apartment, turned north on a narrow, paved road and then found a spot
to pull off on the side of the road. We saw a large pathway and some trail
markers and so we decided to start our trek here.
Compared to our last trip
to Kampinos, this time the trails seemed poorly marked and even non-existent in
some places. But the trees were beautiful, and luckily, my husband has a good
sense of direction. If I returned to this trail by myself, I would have gotten
lost especially since the compass on my cell phone wasn’t working. (Note to
self: buy a real compass!)
As we walked along, I
noticed you truly could smell the forest – pine needles, tree bark and the
musty smell of decaying leaves. It’s wonderful that we can escape the city for
this gigantic forest and see the seasons change.
I was hoping to see a
moose, which the forest is known for, but we only stumbled upon several forest
frogs (toads). These little, tan-colored guys practically blended right into
the forest undergrowth.
One thing that did not
blend into its natural landscape was a bright red, white-spotted toadstool.
This fairytale mushroom reminded me of that part in “Alice in Wonderland” when
Alice is talking to the hookah-smoking caterpillar about eating the mushroom to
grow big or small.
However, this red mushroom
is one you do NOT want to eat! Known as an amanita muscaria
(fly agaric or fly
amanita), it is considered poisonous and is noted for its hallucinogenic
properties.
We found dozens of other
types of mushrooms, which Poland is known for, but we didn’t know if they were
poisonous or not.
We left the pockets of
fungi to the foraging mushroom hunters which we ran into as we were ending our
hike in the forest. Incidentally, I’ve been reading The
Mushroom Hunters: On the Trail of an Underground America on my Kindle
which talks about the crazy mushroom trade in the U.S., but also references Poland
and its mushroom notoriety several times. Definitely a good read!
| A family of Polish mushroom hunters out for a Sunday trek. |
We exited the forest empty
handed and drove back into Kampinos. The few stores all seemed shuttered on
Sunday except for a small pizzeria, La Foresta. We
ordered the mushroom soup, of course, and a delicious pepperoni pizza.
Until we know what’s
edible and what’s not, we’ll leave the mushroom picking to the locals.








