We picked four gallons of huckleberries! Even Les a confirmed hunter became, for a brief moment in time, a gatherer in the great hunter/gatherer order of things.This would be Jennie.
These are apprentice huckleberry pickers.
This is the hunter/gatherer Les Hall himself!
The motley crew after two days of adventures, swimming and picking. Note how much the kids have grown. Jennie will shortly be the shortest, once again.
Some things never change! Jennie has always been a rock hunter/lover. As we swam in the lake below the cabin, she and the kids were gathering "rocks" and placing them on the beach to be picked up later. Just before they left for home she walked down to the beach to retrieve her rocks. I could tell when she came up from the lake that she was pissed. "Those people threw my rocks back into the lake", she said, "who do they think they are ~ the beach patrol?" I had to laugh. This is the same lady who as a child had wrapped her rock collection in an old tackle box for our move to Cheney Washington. On the box in bold black letters she had written, "Fragile ~ Jennie's Rocks". Don't mess with Jennie's rocks!!!
Dad, et al
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