I’ve been planning for the last year to pick blueberries, but I had no idea where to go.  Luckily, I joined a group for an AMAZING trail run, and found myself running through bushes absolutely thick with them.  I only snacked on a few that day, but went back last week with the boys.  it wouldn’t have been possible to return to the Land of Endless Blueberries with a baby and a kindergartener, since that was at least 4 miles out, but there were plenty along the trail. We happily picked, made up blueberry songs, and got eaten by mosquitoes for almost 2 hours.  Our take?  6 oz.  Worth it? Our purple tongues and fingertips give that answer.