Frozen Fingers

“Let’s go berry picking!” he said.

“It’ll be fun!” he said.

And honestly, it was fun. It was just really, really cold. It was so cold the berries were actually frozen on the bushes. Our poor fingers!

Bryan had gone up Buffalo Mine Road this past weekend on a hunting/hiking trip and found this huge field of High Bush Cranberries, so yesterday after work we bundled ourselves up in our winter gear and headed up about 35 miles north of Palmer. He’d originally planned to park the truck and hike in a bit, just like he’d done on that weekend – but there were enough berries just right off the side of the road we barely had to leave the ditch to fill our buckets.

Of course, about 10 minutes into our berry picking it started to snow. By the time our fingers were too cold to pick anymore it was a full-on blizzard, with big thick fluffy beautiful flakes! Thank goodness I have a brand new pair of snowpants and a nice warm thick sweater. The only thing that got cold was my hands!

We now have our own “secret” spot for next year, with potential for lots of High Bush Cranberries, Low Bush Cranberries, Blueberries, and probably even some Rose Hips, too.

Yay for harvesting berries!