I'm typing with purple fingers this morning. Huckleberry juice doesn't wash off easily. That's okay, though. I bear the colors of an official huckleberry picker for the 2016 season. When we were on our way to Huckleberry Heaven yesterday afternoon (pictured above and at 4,800 feet elevation and that's all I'm telling), we passed a car on the road. I noticed the driver gave a sort of "truck driver" wave. That's usually just one finger raised above the steering wheel. Maybe this guy didn't exactly have the pure truck-driver wave cuz Bill said his fingers were purple. Now, I'm not so sure Bill saw his fingers that closely, but the observation could have been correct because this morning I've got the fingers to verify that there were, indeed, ripe, juicy huckleberries in them thar woods/Marianne Love, Slight Detour. More here.
Question: Have you picked huckleberries this year?