- go hiking, aka climb to the top of Schweitzer mountain (as we did, and it only took us 6 hours since we were also picking berries all the way to the top)
- ride the lift back down the mountain (check!) it was gorgeous and there was a wedding in progress at the very top
- pick huckleberries (and how!)
- eat huckleberries (can you say huckleberry pancakes and huckleberries on top of cream cheese icing on zucchini cake?)
- have a picnic on the mountain (breathtaking and delicious, WAY better than eating inside, anywhere!)
- relax, at night only!
- laugh A LOT, many times laughing AT me, see below
Emma: "How much do you think I should charge for a half-gallon of my huckleberries?"
Naive me: "Well, maybe you start by telling me what you think is a fair price, then I'll tell you my opinion."
Emma: "I was thinking between $20-25 dollars is fair."
Stupid me: "If you average it out, that equals $22.50."
Emma: "That sounds perfect. Thank you so much, Matalie!"
Dumb-ass me: "Did I just BUY your huckleberries??"
Emma: "Yes, and thank you so, so much!" "I love you."
Jessi: "Not to make you feel badly, but you just outbid me by $7.50. Earlier I offered Emma $15 for the huckleberries."
Silly ho me: "I'm a dumb-ass."
Everyone, but me: Unbridled fanatic laughter.
Today, Emma and I had a play date to bake a huckleberry crisp. We will share the crisp with her family, the Byrds and my family, since it's my turn to make dinner for the Dinna Club. She's a champ and made the crisp by herself, with very little help from me. YUM!