We took the day off and went huckleberry picking in the mountains.  Such a wonderful way to clear your mind and enjoy the simple things. 

A whiff of the exhaust from my dad’s jeep is all it took to bring me back to the time we spent camping, hiking & picking in these hills when we were children.  You would have loved it Tim!  Dad is totally in his element with his elbow out the window tootling along in his old jalopy.  Yep, still has to fiddle under the hood to get it started, but other than that she’s good.  The kids were all fighting over who got to ride with Grandma & Grandpa.  I think I might buy me one so I can be cool too.

My little brother, Isaiah.

I had to snap a picture of my nephew with his sling-shot hanging out of his pocket.  Classic.

Violet fell asleep in Grandma’s arms.