That day came on Thursday. The week had gotten away from us and I was worried the berries would all be gone. Surely someone else must know about this place. At 7:30 at night, we got in the car, berry container in hand (old milk jug with the top cut wide) and returned to our secret spot.
Now, the sun has begun setting earlier and earlier, so we had about an hour and a half of usable daylight. I hurried down the trail, not waiting for Lee as he took pictures of the sun setting on the golden birch trees. Seriously, man! We have berries to pick! As I was walking (jogging) down the trail, I heard rustling in the trees next to me. Some one was in the trees picking cranberries! Crap! I thought. There really won't be any left. But she wasn't in our grove, so I kept on jogging.
I found our grove and lo and behold, it was still chockerblock full of cranberries. We picked until it was too difficult to see in the dim light.

Aren't they sweet? Juicy too! The knees on my jeans were all red with berry juice from kneeling.

We left with a gallon of cranberries picked only in an hour! Pretty impressive, I'd say. I'll be going back again this weekend in hopes we can get more.
In the meantime, we have a gallon of cranberries frozen in the freezer.

And a new book on Alaskan wild berries and how to cook them.
muffins!!!
ReplyDeletelove, alexis xoxox
What a beautiful spot to pick berries - and they are so pretty! I hope you get to go back and get some more....
ReplyDeleteLove Mom