This weekend's nature fix was a wild berry walk led by the Juneau Audubon Society. Alaska blueberries (below) were in season and plentiful. The local hikers in our group were collecting them by the jarful for blueberry pies and blueberry jam.
Ground dogwood berries.
Highbush cranberries (not really cranberries).
I should note that this wasn't like the last berry picking I did in California, where the berries are commercially grown for the picking. This was just a wild area that in the winter is a ski resort. I was slowly working my way through a dense berry patch when, several drop-offs and creeks later, I realized I had gotten myself into a spot I may not be able to get out of. I felt like a bear who got his hand stuck in the honey jar - blueberry-laden bushes everywhere, but I was standing in a creek that I had to crawl out of without brushing against the nasty Devil's Club (and without dropping my blueberry stash!)
My Alaskan boots (XtraTuffs) came in handy for this terrain.
My blueberries made a fine topping for the next morning's breakfast waffle.
Eaglecrest, Douglas Island, Juneau, Alaska.