Ahhh, yes. Once a year, it is my wifely duty to go on the annual huckleberry picking trip. The whole idea has the most romantic sound to it, doesn’t it? And once upon a time as a starry eyed city slicker woman in her mid thirties, who married a very passionate country boy who was farm bred and raised, I actually got excited about the idea of spending the afternoon out in the woods, gathering little berries to make a wonderful pies. Once upon a time….
Well reality has a way of spoiling the most romantic of notions. Our first huckleberry outing started out pretty well actually. Dan had packed up a nice little picnic lunch to be eaten that afternoon on the mountain. The scenery on the way to his hidden little spot was stellar for sure, although there was a narrow dirt road & a few pot holes to deal with. The car was not too badly damaged that first time out. I just decided that it would probably be best if we took his car up next time, since he’s far more careless with my car than his own.

our favorite huckleberry picking spot
Once we reached the traditional Elliott picking spot, we piled out of the car with buckets attached to our belts, insearch of fruit bearing bushes. The bushes are prevalent. But the berries are not always. So it becomes a bit like finding a needle in a haystack. Or hunting for Easter eggs. A few hours of this is terrific. But I learned that day that we do not drive all that distance to spend just a few measly hours searching for hucks. We would stay until dark, until our feet were blistered and bloodied from walking through the woods on unstable terrain, until we had fallen into at least a half dozen holes, and bruised ourselves, until the mosquitoes had sucked all the lifeblood out of our bodies. But worst of all, we had to stay long enough for me to do the one thing I have always dreaded more than anything else in my life. Peeing in the woods.

A very fruitful bush!
At some point during the day, I finally realized I could no longer keep holding on. I had to relieve myself. And so off I went in search of a hidden spot. (Not an easy task when you are picking berries with an entire family). My stepdaughter had given me a few pointers on how to do it correctly. I needed to find a fallen trunk somewhere, and squat over it, like it was a toilet in a dirty gas station. Lordy, I truly would have rather just died at this point. But off I went in search of a hidden spot with a fallen log. It took a good 10 minutes just to accomplish this. By now I was desperate. I no longer cared too terribly much that I had to pull down my pants in the middle of the woods. I prayed that one of my children, or worse yet a perfect stranger, would not stumble upon me there. For one fleeting moment, I wished I could just be a guy and do it quick and easy.
And so I squatted and …that’s when I discovered the whole tree log thing didn’t make a whole lot of sense…unless it was a really skinny tree. Because as I sat there, I began to feel my hand get warm. “Please tell me this isn’t happening”, I’m thinking as I readjusted my body. And as I readjusted, I soiled my jeans. This was without a doubt one of the most disgusting moments of my life! Thank God for Wet Wipes! They came in mighty handy that day.
I think I decided at that moment that I really hated the whole idea of going huckleberry picking. How can it be that this is like my husband’s most favorite day of the year? So like any good little wife is supposed to do, I make compromises. And I do this with him once a year. Unless I can find an excuse to bail out. I’ve gotten somewhat better at it though. I remember to bring gloves, so that my hands stay clean. The berries are very sticky and will stain your skin purple. I wear a hat to protect myself from sunburn and it helps minimize the yellow jackets and mosquitoes that fly around your head while you’re out there picking from the berry bushes. I do pack some bug repellent, and try to wear gray or brown tones. (Stinging insects are attracted to reds and yellows). Most importantly, I bring Wet Wipes!
Huckleberry picking is hard work. If you ever see someone trying to sell you a gallon of huckleberries for $35 a gallon, let me tell you, that is a bargain! Huckleberries are so tiny that it takes several hours just to collect a half gallons worth. See photos below.

huckleberries in the hand

an hours worth of huckleberry pickin in a half gallon bucket
By the time you’ve figured in your time spent up there and a full tank of gas, those little gallons are easily worth $100 each. But if you happen to be married to someone like my Dan, the berries are worth even more. Why, you ask? Well, it just so happens that this year, I sort of thought we’d go ahead and take my car up again, since it has a little more room than his truck. And we had a son coming to join us on this day. Well, at some point in this trip, Dan jumped into the car and drove on up the road to get the car turned around. As I mentioned earlier, the roads to these spots are narrow and unpaved. I heard a crunching noise from where I stood waiting for him to return. When he came around the bend it looked as if the entire underside of the car had been relocated to the front of the car. And there was leaking underneath as well. He had run over a tree stump, just a little bit, while making the turn around. Truly, the damage was not as bad as it originally looked. And I take full responsibility for what happened, since I knew in my heart it was wiser to take his truck than my car. And yet I didn’t listen to my instincts.
Yet, for all my griping, I must tell you plainly, there is nothing more wonderful than a piece of hot huckleberry pie with a scoop of Eberhard’s Vanilla ice cream on the side. Priceless. And so, here is my recipe for huckleberry pie.
Priceless Huckleberry Pie
Mix 5 cups of huckleberries with
2 cups of sugar
1/4 cup tapioca
1/2 tsp almond extract
Let sit together in a bowl for about half hour.
Pour into an unbaked pie shell.
Top berries with 1 TBS butter
And top crust, add 5-6 slits in the top for steam vents
Bake at 400 for 45-50 minutes.
Serve w/ Eberhard’s Vanilla Ice cream
Enjoy!






















The moral of my story is this: All tea tastes better when served in good company. Give it a try. I’m sure you’ll agree.







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