Rattlesnake Ridge

Labor Day 2008 we all took a short, but steep enough, hike up Rattlesnake Ridge, a few miles east of North Bend. Lo taught me how to twist my hair, Dad carried some sweet bamboo walking sticks, Mom carried the backpack, and I just ate the huckleberries. I forgot how bitter they can be.

Zarzamoras

September is blackberry month in Sammamish. My legs and arms get a little scraped up, but this is about as cheap, organic, fresh, and delicious as it gets.