Picking blue berries in the Alaskan alpine.

Ideally with people you love. I never go on a walk this time of year without a jar in hand in case I come across a good blueberry spot…Well that’s not fully accurate, sometimes I’m on a coffee walk and I quickly guzzle the remainder of my cup so i have a vessel readily available for beubs. Lucky the mountains are in my backyard and they are so generous to those who live by them. I try to harvest as much as I can to eat throughout the winter. It’s always a sad day when I run out.

(Oh also stained blue and purple hands on loved ones from picking is the prettiest sight to me)