B and I head up river picking the occasional ripe salmon berry or thimble berry as we go. The thimble berries have just started to turn and I suppose that in a week one might just spend an hour picking and eating one berry at a time. No one collects thimble berries because they are too soft and won't survive the carry back to the house. But the tart raspberry sherbert flavor makes them worth eating when one finds them. Only the high mountain huckleberry is better in my mind.
We stop at one of the usual spots to check for animal tracks. But, it appears that yesterday's rain has washed all away. So, the two of us continue up to the slough, which is running just a bit deeper than the ankles. B splashes and walks in the water until she finds a spot to stand in that is deeper than her boots. She doesn't complain.
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