I pick the oval-leaved blueberry. When driving the summit through the mist, as soon as you dip into the forest all the way to customs, that's where they grow. And they are plumb and sweet this year!
They are harder and harder to get to though. Even as it has stopped raining for us to go picking, i wear full rain gear and still get wet, walking/climbing through the rain forest.
We sleep over in Haines, and enjoy the ocean
and the rain forest and beaches. I will post photos on flickr.
Hmmm i know i should elaborate, even if we are only got glimpses of the glaciers, it is very beautiful and like the wind we laugh, belly laughs.
2 comments:
I can see I have a lot of catching up to do!! You have been very busy. We have wild blueberries here in the mountains nearby...they are so small and sweet. Hard to pick, but well worth it...
I love the bones poems below...and all of your pictures...I love going on these journies with you...
Thank you for all your support and for your comments...I think I am finally settling down into a good place...
Maybe I have finally gathered all my bones and they are dancing a jig :)
Thanks Faith :) i will try to call you Liz.
After i went to your blog, i realized we can never ask to much or too often :) whatever, a new poem emerged from it. Thanks
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