My peach pie took the blue ribbon, and my blackberry took the white, at The Josephine County Fair last summer. The ladies let me waltz off with most of the honors. In fact, only one of them even showed. Did my reputation scare them away? I doubt it because I don't make the best pie yet, and I'm way better than I was then. Still, I'm starting to get some compliments (Should I confess to the lard?) And, my worst pie is better than anything you can buy or order. And, you can't order a Huckleberry pie. You have to go way off the grid to find a huckleberry. Probably, you should go armed. And, as I learned last year, a handheld GPS isn't a bad idea. I stopped at the market in Prospect one morning last summer, on my way up to the berries. There were two groups of Mexicans yaking while they picked up supplies. One was a firefighting crew and the other was a pot growing crew. I doubt if any of them knew the words to my corridos.
