Usually I have to go hiking up some old clear cut to find these Northwest prizes. This time I just had to go out the back gait. That is not to say they were easy to pick. It was still a steep walk. Rudy and Bomber kept whining because old women shouldn't be going down nasty bluffs like that. Good boys that they are they came along to make sure I was safe (and to be sure that I did not go on an adventure without them.)
The thing about a patch of wild blackberries is that it takes a couple of days to get enough to make jam or pie. It is worth the wait. Lots of ruby red berries for my next picking.
Deborah.... all hot and yucky feeling, but with a small bowl of fruit in the ice box waiting for more ripe berries.
Usually I have to go hiking up some old clear cut to find these Northwest prizes. This time I just had to go out the back gait. That is not to say they were easy to pick. It was still a steep walk. Rudy and Bomber kept whining because old women shouldn't be going down nasty bluffs like that. Good boys that they are they came along to make sure I was safe (and to be sure that I did not go on an adventure without them.)
The thing about a patch of wild blackberries is that it takes a couple of days to get enough to make jam or pie. It is worth the wait. Lots of ruby red berries for my next picking.
Deborah.... all hot and yucky feeling, but with a small bowl of fruit in the ice box waiting for more ripe berries. 
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