My stepdad was so tickled when I told him, “Leroy has been huckleberry picking, but he has never picked huckleberries.” What I mean is that last year, at the ripe age of four months old, my mom and I took my son on his first berry-picking excursion on a mission to supply a gallon of hucks for my sister’s wedding cake. In total we probably spent ten or twelve days on the mountain in 2020, and I’m hoping to match that in 2021 now that Leroy is walking on his own two feet ( and picking with his own two hands.)
The Whistling Rooster Homestead
it all begins at the cabin