"I'm your Huckleberry....."

While we were camping at Warm Lake we spent some time picking huckleberries! The night before we went I laid awake in my sleeping bag thinking of all the pies and jam and homemade syrup I was going to make with ALL the huckleberries we would pick the next day. Have you ever seen a huckleberry? After a couple hours of picking with my not-so-efficient child labor team I decided that maybe a jar of jam might be more realistic, maybe two if I was lucky. Ryan was actually pretty dedicated, he picked just about as much as I did. Connor picked 22 berries. Hailey got some stuck to her butt because Daddy dropped them down the front pack, but other than that not much from her. I think we might just make berry-picking a tradition, because I'm thinking as the kids get older their production level will go up.

Itty bitty huckleberry. I think it would take millions To make what I had in mind.

The tiny picker.

Even Daddy got in on the picking action!

Purple fingers.

They look like they are working hard here.

Camping at Warm Lake

On a tip from a great friend, and a tent trailer on loan from another good friend, we loaded up the kids, the dogs, the food, the camp gear, the bedding, and then decided camping is too much freaking work and stayed home! No, not really, and I am so glad we went! Warm Lake is beautiful. Even my little Hailey-bug had a great time!

The best little fishing buddy

The swimming was great!

Lucy was sure she could catch this duck.....

The duck was totally messing with her.