What I found when I finally stopped looking
Huckleberries. I needed to find huckleberries. It was more than a goal now. My first three attempts were casual, but now it felt necessary, like paying rent – and about as much fun.
Ever since moving to western Montana, I’d heard about the July-August huckleberry season. Billboards touted huckleberry shakes and jam, huckleberry fudge and muffins. By the time August arrived, vendors at farmers markets
