Mount Major 8/8/06
8/8/06 Trip to Mount Major 1786'
5 Miles 1200’ Elevation gain
Kevin, Judy and Emma
Remembering that the Boulder Trail led to some marvelous blueberry patches on the southeast side of the mountain we set out in search of said blueberries. Upon reaching these ledges we at first thought we may have arrived too late to find any of the tiny morsels. Perhaps the birds and animals had stripped them already, or more likely, other blueberry loving hikers. With much effort we began to find small patches that required much work to produce a handful of berries. Whether it was timing, it being a bit late in the season, or if others had gotten the most of the crop before us, or if it was just not a good year for blueberries I can't say, but over an hours picking between the two of us produced just enough of the tiny berries to produce one pie. Now, I don't understand why, but Jude just doesn't care for blueberries, so I got to eat most of the pie, sharing a few pieces with my mother, who I'm sure made it. To me, there is nothing like it for desert, except maybe the Concord grape pie my mother also makes, or maybe some hand picked raspberries over my father's homemade vanilla ice cream. Well, I got enough bluberries for my pie, and we got to watch the sunset from the summit of Mount Major, so in my mind this was a well worthwhile trip. I've got to stop writing here, though, so I can go get some dessert.
Read More5 Miles 1200’ Elevation gain
Kevin, Judy and Emma
Remembering that the Boulder Trail led to some marvelous blueberry patches on the southeast side of the mountain we set out in search of said blueberries. Upon reaching these ledges we at first thought we may have arrived too late to find any of the tiny morsels. Perhaps the birds and animals had stripped them already, or more likely, other blueberry loving hikers. With much effort we began to find small patches that required much work to produce a handful of berries. Whether it was timing, it being a bit late in the season, or if others had gotten the most of the crop before us, or if it was just not a good year for blueberries I can't say, but over an hours picking between the two of us produced just enough of the tiny berries to produce one pie. Now, I don't understand why, but Jude just doesn't care for blueberries, so I got to eat most of the pie, sharing a few pieces with my mother, who I'm sure made it. To me, there is nothing like it for desert, except maybe the Concord grape pie my mother also makes, or maybe some hand picked raspberries over my father's homemade vanilla ice cream. Well, I got enough bluberries for my pie, and we got to watch the sunset from the summit of Mount Major, so in my mind this was a well worthwhile trip. I've got to stop writing here, though, so I can go get some dessert.
