I heard a rumor that the huckleberries were ripe up in these hills, so one evening this past week, my mountain man and I headed up to gather our share of this purple treasure. I thought maybe with the blueberry season being so good, that the huckleberry season would follow suit, and was pleased to find out I was correct! It’s a great year for huckleberries.
The bushes were loaded down everywhere we looked, and the berries were fairly good sized. Some were the size of our blueberries at home!
It wasn’t long before our fingers were stained purple and our buckets were filling up. Huckleberry picking can be slow going, and we started late in the day, so we ended up with three quarts for freezing and plans to make another trip or two in the coming weeks.
I’m already thinking about that hot oatmeal on cold winter mornings sprinkled with huckleberries and brown sugar. It’s like having a little bit of summer in a dish.
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