It was another perfect Pacific Northwest day in this amazing summer and I just knew the high mountain blueberries would be ripe at Heather Meadows at the foot of Mt. Shuksan. Marya and I drove up the Mt Baker Highway on this lovely morning and found the alpine meadows with a plentiful crop of the famous low bush berries. We picked in the shadow of this most photographed mountain until we could pick no more.
And here is the result, 14 cups of berries, enough for three & 1/2 of the best pies that you have ever eaten. These mountain blueberries have a unique taste that one must experience, it is beyond description. Wild blueberry pies in my expert opinion exceed even wild blackberry pie, and with a dollop of vanilia ice cream, this is a pie that cannot be beat.
It is hard work stripping the small berries from the low growing plants, Bending and stooping in the hot mountain sun with pesky mountain flies feasting on the salt sweat on your body, We picked our three pies in about an hour and a half. My old body is telling me that I have paid a price, But It was worth it!. The annual harvest of these berries is a family tradition that goes back 75 years in my memory, and the taste of that pie is worth every bug bite and ache that this old body is experiencing.
It is hard work stripping the small berries from the low growing plants, Bending and stooping in the hot mountain sun with pesky mountain flies feasting on the salt sweat on your body, We picked our three pies in about an hour and a half. My old body is telling me that I have paid a price, But It was worth it!. The annual harvest of these berries is a family tradition that goes back 75 years in my memory, and the taste of that pie is worth every bug bite and ache that this old body is experiencing.