
One of the fond memories of growing up in the England house was huckleberry syrup over pancakes, waffles or french toast. We used to take camping trips up to Idaho and pick buckets full. Picking huckleberries is pretty time consuming, but with 6 other siblings and my parents all working together we were able to gleen a pretty good harvest.
This last weekend we had a family reunion up in Idaho. We all picked a bunch of huckleberries just like old times, except with a bunch of grandkids helping too. There was a lot of great food, a spectacular jumping contest with Spence's "not quite mint" Honda Trail 70 and well, Josh was there. You can pretty much count on Josh to liven things up whether it's with a potato gun, a Three Little Pigs pyrotecnics performance, or seeing him walk out of the forest wearing daisy dukes and aviator glasses - I'd explain more, but there just aren't words to describe it.
Unfortunately, Stacie wasn't able to come because she had just broken her arm and being pregnant didn't feel like camping. As a result at our first meal time I realized all I brought was 4 bags of chips, some powdered doughnuts, licorice and lots of Shasta (cause what's camping without Shasta). I left all of the actual meal food at home. But, Grandma pulled through like she always does and we ate well. We missed Stacie and the Texas Englands a whole lot.




























