Ma and I took a week at the cabin and just got home. I had this salmon and lake trout itch that needed scratching and got that taken care of early in the trip so we took a couple side trips for kicks and on one we stopped at an old, but productive, blueberry haunt and by golly the berries were there in a big way. Neither of us were hardly dressed for grubbing berries but we took a pair of pint jars and went at it and in 15 minutes we were fed up with the biting bugs and had the jars full and called it enough. We could have filled a pair of ice cream pails with them had we had more containers and the 70 miles back to the cabin just wasn’t going to be a turn around trip either. Nonetheless, we have enough berries for maybe three batches of muffins and I can promise that there is nothing on this earth better than a fresh wild blueberry muffin lathered with butter and a splash of honey that has some fine lemon zest in it.
Some of the locals were saying that the berries weren’t doing well this year with the dry conditions but we sure as heck didn’t have any problems picking enough for a treat or two.
