Huckleberry, oh huckleberry, you delicious, juicy treat,
A fruit by any other name is nary quite as sweet.
How did I go 28 years without you in my life?
It’s my own damn fault for not visiting Montana sooner, where your burgeoning bushes thrive.
Fudge and ice cream sandwiches and melt-in-your-mouth huck pie,
Lollipops, marinade and even chapstick—your diversity is not a lie!
It may be awhile until we meet again,
But you’ll always be in my heart—and stomach—you pretty purple friend.
Travel tip: While huckleberries were, literally, everywhere we looked in Montana and parts of Wyoming, the Huckleberry Patch in Hungry Horse might very well have been one of my favorite stops throughout our entire road trip!