Huckleberries. Are. Amazing.
And they are also super tiny, huckleberries are. You can spend hours picking. And picking, and picking, and picking. And you feel quite certain that you ought to have picked, like, 8 gallons, because you've picked your guts out! But in reality, you've picked less. Much, much less. (One huckleberry is roughly 1/4 the size of a blueberry. A small blueberry. UGH!) But it's okay, because huckleberries. are. amazing. (Have I mentioned this before?)
A fellow I work with told me about a place in the wilderness where huckleberries grow thick. It took Dad and I a full hour to find the place, plus to hike a bit...and it was totally worth it! The berries were ridiculous, people! We were surrounded by huckleberries! It was heaven! We picked for 2.5 hours and ended up with 8.5 cups. (Total. But that's a lot! We were very pleased!)
We ended up having lunch in Idaho Falls, and when we got back to the car, my car smelled like huckleberries. And I was in heaven all over again.
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| Well hello, huckleberries! |
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| Happy Dad! |
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| After 5 hours (combined time) of pick-pick-picking... |
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| STAINED! AND TOTALLY WORTH IT! |
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| Half of our lovely huckleberries: cleaned and drying! |
ANYWAY...it was a jolly good time, and now I'm going to bake a few things (very likely huckleberry buckle, and huckleberry muffins) and then horde the last two cups over the course of the next several months. (Dad and I split them halfsies.)
Now I'm off to bed; it's 10:42pm, and I have to get up at 4:20am for a stupendous hike...
3 comments:
definitely, completely JEALOUS! mmmm. Enjoy those bad boys. They're worth every single stain and hour spent picking em!
DUDE, dad looks old in that pic. I mean, older than usual. And huckleberries are delicious. Thanks for the muffins.
nothing grows like that around here. and it hurts my heart. deeply. where i lived in florida we had wild grapes that grew and fields of wild blackberries. i would pick them to my little hearts content. here, nothing.
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