Blueberries!

We're picking at a blueberry farm in North Bend. Mr. Si is is the background. One of the coolest local places to pick. Let the
harvest season begin! Ok... Better get back to picking. Kimberly is catching up to me.

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Just wanted to chime in about blueberry picking. My husband (of 26 years) and I have travelled through and around many of the states during those 26 years when we took vacation time. One time, somewhere in the Smoky Mountains, we came across a little wooden sign that said (blueberries) and pointed in a direction down this gravel road. Well, thinking it could not be more than a couple of miles, we took off. Always up for an adventure, we never knew where we would end up. Several miles later it narrowed to a one lane track. We travelled for another couple miles - there was literally nowhere to turn around, and, yes, DID meet someone. It took us 15 minutes of maneuvering to get around each other and not run into the barbed wire fence and the ditches. We drive a full size van and it ain't easy maneuvering it! We finally arrived in this little valley in the middle (I swear it had to be smack dab in the middle) of the mountains. A little cabin, a water containment system, a solar panel to generate the small amount of electricity they used, a fair garden and several acres of blueberry trees. They were picking to deliver to someplace the next day. That was the first time I realized they could grow 10 feet tall. It was a gorgeous place and had great blueberries which we picked ourselves. Talked with the owners and asked how they managed the winters; found out they only came for the summer and left before the first snow.