One way to beat the summer heat in New England is to rise above it. Yesterday I left the steamy, swampy lowlands of Boston for a chilly, misty mountaintop in New Hampshire. Cardigan, to be exact.
As if the dramatic weather wasn't enough of a reward, the summit was also rife with wild blueberries.
And mountain cranberries.
Now maybe you're not supposed to pick the berries in a National Park, but it's better for everyone if you eat the fruit growing at your feet rather than stuff trucked in from Mexico.
Just leave some for the bears, and for me.
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4 comments:
mmmm. I think tiny blueberries are the best.
Wow. I just found your blog and then I find this, a reference to Cardigan. Every time we are in NH we hike Cardigan with our kids, ending in the pond at eveningtide. We have eaten those blueberries as well.
I feel like I have found another kindred spirit! We have been foraging here in the Northwest (we live on the Olympic Peninsula), moving through the seasons by the color and type of berry.
What a great blog you have.
I just picked over a quart of wild huckleberries up in the mountains here. So delicious!
Debs
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