Huckleberries and snow

I visited Kat and Tom in Naches, Washington this weekend. It snowed. Kat and I went for a hike and looked at the wildflowers and the budding trees. In the snow. Amazing.






Kat treated us to a tart made with wild huckleberries that she harvested last summer. Blueberries have got nothing on huckleberries, and Kat's tart was truly a thing of beauty and yumminess.

Here are Kat and Tom and their middle kitty, Ziggy, who is being exceedingly adorable as she is wont to do.
There are no pictures memorializing the event, but Sunday night Tom and I stayed up until the wee hours (really! Me! Up until 1:30!) enjoying some fine single malt scotch and expanding each other's musical horizons. The highlight for me was Abigail Washburn, a North Umbrian musician whose tunes utilized not only various obscure pipes, but also cello, trombone, and Alpinehorn. Weird and wonderful stuff. We ended the night with some dude named Wayne the Train who was mighty fine in his own way. Your cd's will be on their way soon, Tom.

Thanks to both of you for a fun and relaxing weekend!