It was huckleberry time when Ruby went missing

Gather your tin pails, load up on junk food and head for the hills. The huckleberries are waiting for you.

I must confess I have never picked near here.

As a kid growing up though, our family, my uncle’s family, and my aunt’s family would head for the hills about this time of year.

We generally picked within an hour’s driving time from Palouse, north and east of Potlatch.

Someone in the family wou...