Monday, September 7, 2009

Huckleberries, Round II

We just got back.

After 3 1/2 hours of driving up in the foggy dark (actually 1 1/2 hours driving up... 2 hours of wandering around the side of a cliff with a sheer drop off into the pits of doom... only lit up by the moon which gave off an eerie glow... and praying to every saint in heaven) we found his sister and brother-in-law at the campsite.

We had a tent. But it was raining. And it was cold. And they had a spacious camper... with a heater... and running water... and a pull-out bed. Guess where we slept?

The next day (this morning) was beautiful, though.

The mountain air was clean, crisp and cold.

There were still some wildflowers.

I love wildflowers.

My husband picked and picked.

You can actually see his fingerprints on some of the huckleberries.

I was going to contribute to his bucket, but I just took pictures and ate 'em off the bush. They're pretty tasty.

Jam? Muffins? Pancakes? Fresh? Frozen? Pie? Cake? Oooh, the possibilities.

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