Blueberry picking time on Foss Mt.

We went up to Foss again. This time we brought our dinner as a picnic – sat and enjoyed dinner with a view then I set about to harvest some wild mountain blueberry. You could tell that areas had seen visitors / pickers before – there was still fruit but it had seen a first pass of picking.

As I moved down the slope and hoped over brush and around rock I found a patch that was un-touched. The fruit was heavy on the twig, proud and ripe and bountiful. All I needed to do was hold by container under the twig and tap. This seemed enough to trigger much fruit to hop into my bowl.

On my own I was able to get three quarts of perfect wild blueberry in an hour.  Sweet.

I think Murphy ate a quart on his own once he figured out how to preform his own harvest.

I did manage to forget the Z7 at home. My pack however had two more pieces of glass, a Ronin-SC and a tripod. This meant I was focused on picking and not fiddling about with camera gear. It also meant that I have few shots of the occasion and they were all from my phone.