Last updated on March 21st, 2024
This trip to the North Shore was scheduled months ago, timed to match the ripening of the wild blueberries, so we waste no time heading out in search of them.
There is some discussion of blindfolds, but we promise that – in the unlikely event we actually can keep track of where we are being taken – we won’t tell anyone. That way we get to enjoy the scenery along the way!
(We make a few photo stops along the way.)
We’ve picked berries here before, in these meadows where large clumps of berries grow on what seem to be three different types of plants. (Some practically creep along the ground with large glossy berries that are almost impossible to separate from the surrounding grass, others are about 4-6 inches high with clingy individual berries, while still others are taller yet with big clumps of berries that can be rolled off the plant with your thumb. I’m a wimp and, since I have the option, stick with the taller, easier to pick bushes.) The berries grow amid goldenrod, black-eyed Susans, and golden grasses. It is blazing hot under the sun, but beautiful.
It is a very good afternoon.
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Cindy,
Not terribly used to this face-book stuff. Great pictures from the Boundary Waters and Gunflint Trail. I bet you had a great time. I am heading up there this weekend for a short get-away.
Hope all is well and you are enjoying summer.
Steve