I mentioned in an earlier post how, as I pick raspberries, I get reflective and do a lot of thinking. Picking huckleberries takes that to another level. The area where I mainly pick is at an elevation of 5700[ish]. The beauty is amazing. The air fresh. It’s quiet and still. I tend to be a solitary picker and I enjoy the thoughts that swirl in my head as I occasionally glance around keeping an eye out for unwanted wildlife. Needless to say, I won’t go alone and it seems like I see the weeks of optimal picking go by with nary a partner. Last week I put out a plea on Facebook for a picking partner and I got a couple of takers. On Wenesday I went with Kathy and on Friday, I went with Holly and had enough warning so I could take along a tasty little picnic lunch to be enjoyed high up on the mountain. It was a sweet way to wrap up another season.
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