My aunt Vicki and uncle Peter live about an hour and a half north of San Francisco in a little town on the Russian River. Growing up, we’d spend our summer days floating down the river and the evenings picking blackberries from the bushes around their property. Even now, whenever we visit them, my brother Jesse, his wife, Alice, and I walk down the road with strainers in hand, armed and ready to see who can bring back the b
