Day 38-huckleberry pickers

If anyone is looking for a job that you can set your own hours at and work in the tranquility of the woods, huckleberry picking is the ticket. In this area if the Idaho panhandle and western Montana there seems to be a big industry of these pickers and I have seen many of them in the middle of nowhere. I left Feist creek early in the morning and spent most of the day climbing up into the mountains. Once up high I was treated to some amazing views with mountains all around me. I walked along a ridge similar to a knifes edge and got the exhilarating feeling of being on top of the world. The trail disappeared at many places along the way and I just continued to walk along the ridge. I am camped in a hole surrounded by giant huckleberrys. I have crossed Washington and Idaho off my list of states to walk across and now I only have about 200 miles left in Montana! In the past few days I have seen bears and heard even more. It is pretty eerie to hear a large animal crash through the brush and then look down the mountain only to see a large bear. My gear has been slowly failing but hopefully it will make it another week. Nearly everything has holes in it and my pack has a giant rip in the front.