I’m itching to wander the higher elevations of the Cascades. To hike? No. To wander among wildflowers? No. To reconnect with nature? No. I have huckleberry fever.
Huckleberry fever is a condition that drives afflicted persons like me into the mountains in search of plump, juicy, mouth-watering wild huckleberries. When the fever strikes, the only relief is to go picking!
Steve and I have been picking a couple of times and we’ve amassed plenty of these berries–enough for 8 or 9 pies. But not enough to cool the fever. I think one or two more berry picking trips are in order.