the last time i had pie was in sept. i was on my US road trip, returning from burning man along the west coast with connor and a 1969 summer of love pop up tent trailer. i'd been rambling about my desire for pie for hours. every town we drove through i eyed coffee shops and cafes in an envying manner, knowing they were chalk full of pie, yet we couldn't stop because of some arbitrary deadline to get to some other small town.
finally it was my turn to take the wheel. we were in elk country. driving along i spotted this bright red barn in the distance. i felt compelled to drive towards it, joking that maybe they had pie there. the red barn ended up being the office for a campground. we ventured inside, if for no other reason than to make my impulsive stop meaningful. just before we entered the door i spotted a post it note stuck to a billboard. drawn on it was a slice of pie, and the words "we want pie!". i gave a resounding "Amen!!!" and entered the barn.
one quick loop of the barn office yielded little more than some firewood, registration forms, and basic camping supplies. until, just as i was about to exit, i turned my head, and on the counter there was a magical silver box. i opened the door to said box, and low and behold, it was full of pies! huckleberry pies to be exact. made with love by some old lady, i'm sure. i bought the pie, and we ate it on a picnic table while looking for elk. to be honest, it wasn't very good pie, but nonetheless, it was still the best pie of my life.
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