Huckleberries

We decided to go on a family bike ride. Michael decided on the path. I was imagining a nice paved loop. He took us up and down rocky mountain bike trails. My bike was not created for such use and I was doing a lot of muttering and complaining while he was dashing on ahead. 

He finally waited for a minute and I had a lot to say. He apologized.  We got on our bikes, and tried to make our way back to the main trail.

Right on the path, we discovered huckleberries. Lots of huckleberries. I had brought a couple small containers, just in case, so we all started picking. I forgave Michael (mostly).  Fifteen minutes later, everyone was picked out, so we hopped back on our bikes, and reached the truly bad part of the trail. Michael and Ethan are the only ones who didn't walk their bikes.

I had cute little huckleberries, though, so I was now okay.

Our entire haul, about 1.5 pints.

We made pancakes for dinner with fresh huckleberry syrup. It was deemed good.  No syrup remained at the end of the meal.

We threw the extra into some muffins, which were deemed barely adequate. Being on vacation we had to do a fair amount of ingredient substitutions, creating interesting muffins.

None of us had ever picked or eaten fresh huckleberries. We learned we enjoy them, but not enough to pick anymore on our trip. The novelty had worn off. Maybe we will do it again, but not this year.