|border crossing compound in the distance|
It was an overcast, chilly sort of day. We saw a couple people kneeling in the brush and found out they were picking wild blueberries. Naturally, we stopped and gathered a few ourselves. There were also tiny cranberries mixed in with the blue. In a half hour or so, we stashed 3 quart bags of miniature juiciness into the RV freezer.
Then it rained. Our first drizzly-for-hours cloudy day, hurray! (for the sunshine we've enjoyed)
|South Forks River|