I think the only time I really feel like a hick living in Idaho is when we go to the mountains to pick huckleberries. There is nothin like piling in the back of grandpa's old 1990 pickup, tying cans around our waists with old nylons, and traipsing through the mountain side. My cousin brought a friend along... about twenty minutes in she asked.. "Why nylons?" haha We just laughed, I have no idea! Tradition I suppose.



We had a full day of jokes, laughs, talks, and a few gallons of berries. We ended the day with the berries mixed in some soft serve ice cream from DQ. Mmmm... heaven I tell you.
4 comments:
hahahahahahahahahahah I have been on one of those adventures!! MISS YOU!!
GALLONS?!?!? GALLONS?!?!? my parents are having the worst luck!
so jealous! wish I could have been there to join in the fun!!! People over here pay up to 40 dollars a gallon. or more. crazy. glad you got your hands purple to end the summer!!
Ahhh, SO JEALOUS!!!
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