Bolete Homework, Part II

This is my second attempt to follow along with Ms. Graveyard Dirt's mushroom lesson.

We had a decent rain Sunday night, so I set back out on Monday to hunt the wild bolete.  I did some reading after my first expedition, and discovered that the neon yellow fungus I'd decided couldn't possibly be edible was in fact chicken of the woods, so I planned to make my way back to the other end of the woods where I found it, and hoped it was still there.

I found a lot more mushrooms overall this trip, but almost all were the regular gilled mushrooms, and most had been made meals of by the time I got to them.

Late to supper.

I started off looking around in the area where I'd seen that first bolete a while back.  What I found instead were what I think are puffballs.  After no sign of the elusive bolete, I started making my way back to where I saw the chicken mushroom, keeping my eyes on the ground.

Can I eat this?

Lichen?  Fungus?  Lichen-covered fungus?

Up the hill, through the oaks, down the hill, through the stand of birch and maple, passing under the thorny vines that hang over the old path along the edge of the marsh.  No boletes.  Lots of little brown mushrooms, little white mushrooms, most half-eaten.  I was beginning to get discouraged.  The good news is the chicken mushroom was still there, and it had grown.  I took one of the smaller fans from the side, and decided it was time to head back.

So of course, after I gave up, after I'd stopped bothering to even look for them -

Gold!