No pits Donna, they are like blueberries. It is quite addictive finding them in the mountains and then picking them (with spouse) and about 3 hours later seeing who got the most. It's done in solitude with the sound of the birds, elk, and chipmonks surrounding you on a beautiful sunny (or even partially sunny) day. People pay big money for therapy like this. While you are picking the berries, you have no thoughts of terrorists, or for that matter anything else but the next berry-filled bush and how quickly you can get the berries in the bag. After working for years and years in highly stressful jobs, THIS is the life.
Picking berries is the funnest fun in the world, practically. Used to pick wild blueberries as a kid. Now I live in a valley with billions of blackberries. They're good too but they do have thorns...
That sounds very nice and serene, Mama. I would say that huckleberry picking is a good outlet for stopping to smell the roses in this crazy world we must live in.