Filling my first container with sweet blueberries, ripened on the mountainside, warmed by the sun.
Aha! The prize. I found the "wow" patch for the day.
We had a few sprinkles, then the rainbow that led to...
...Jon, the berry stalker, with his pot o' berries.
Jon's pack filled with full berry containers, we watched the sunset as we begin to descend.As we were hiking away from the berries, I kept turning back to look up the valley. We've picked here many times over the years. We've even camped here, and woke to frost on our tent. The evening light played on the mountains whose colors had already begun to change to spots of red and yellow. I was thankful for the sunny day. I was thankful that Jon was off work and that we could have some time to hike together. These mountains, these days. This is why I live here.
