Though it seems impossible to truly convey how beautiful the huckleberry-filled meadows in Indian Heaven are, I thought I could at least give you my impression of them.
It seemed almost sacrilegious to wear a path through such beauty,
but you had no choice but to do so if you wanted to go anywhere.
Leslie and I debated what color the huckleberry leaves were
because they looked quite different depending on the angle of the sun.
The meadows were so brilliant that even the water in Junction Lake reflected their glory.
At times the forest seems to dominate the landscape, but in early Fall it seems like mere background for the huckleberries.
