The scale is so deceiving. Those grasses are actually twenty feet tall.

Looks like a very serious spontaneous crank-length discussion just the sort of thing I always long to do on the trail in the middle of pristine wilderness. But I am never with someone with that kind of crank knowledge. (Actually, I know nothing about bikes.)

Hahah!

I feel like you need a shirt that says -My husband went on a cycling tour and all I got was this rock. I can’t really say lousy, because it is a pretty one. 😂

Great questions:
1. Jen coined "Oofty booty", and I think it came from "uff dah", which I've also heard her say, even though she's never been to Minnesota.
2. It's unprecedented that a huckleberry picker would share his or her spot. Very unusual. And generous. I was surprised.
3..great minds...
4. I don't know. Also, I don't know how anyone could tour day after day in spandex jerseys and britches, even though the are Pink Floyd related. The smell get ripe. I'm a tee shirt and shorts guy. Tee made from merino.

The site was nice and clean, but she was just exploiting.

In Ellie's case it would be a widower maker

There are SO many things to comment on here, but I'll limit myself to three. (Correction, four.)

1) Oofty Boofty sounds like a variation of the distinctly Minnesotan phrase "Uff-Dah!" (I can't remember if Marge Gunderson said "Uff-Dah on screen, but I have no doubt she used it regularly in her daily life.)
2) Back when I lived in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, I was a pretty serious blueberry picker. Unlike the generous Montana huckleberry pickers, I wouldn't have been tricked by your Clooney-like charms. I would have sent you to a patch that I had already harvested.
3) Your emergency supplies sound a lot like mine. So does your taste in pop culture.
4) Why is the Pink Floyd dude still wearing his helmet in camp? Is a hailstorm moving in?

I'm sorry, but that's ridiculously expensive for a "per camping unit" where you all are sharing one camp spot. That just sort of makes me mad. Maybe the facilities were better than the usual pit toilet and a needle-covered picnic table, but that's just insane.

It's not a bad idea to wear a helmet while huckleberry picking, you know, in case a widowmaker (look it up) comes down.

If I wasn't on the bike I'd have axed if I could have the mug.

Not having a car really forces discretion on which rocks to take!

One for your collection.

That’s the right impulse, I think. When in that area I took a lot of rocks. But I was staying in Polebridge and had a car as well as the trike. Luckily I took more photos than actual rocks.

Yes and it was delicious!