We found our thrill on…

Wild blueberries EVERYWHERE atop the west and north face of the mountain

OK, our secret is OUT!!  We found our thrill on Blueberry Hill!!  Congratulations to Dawn King for the winning guess on yesterday’s post, although maybe some of the rest of you thought that we might find blueberries on our mountain-climbing adventure.  (By the way, I loved all the suggestions of what we might find!  Made me think that the world is filled with infinite possibilities…)

We crested to the top of our mountain and discovered plant after plant after plant filled with wild blueberries.  In the beginning of July!!  This is unimaginable.  Blueberries don’t usually grow fat and ripe and sweet and juicy until the end of July, or maybe during the first couple weeks of August.

It was like we hit the Jack Pot!  The thrill of the Huron Mountains!  Awesome find! 

 We knelt solemnly and began to pick the fat ripe berries, laughing in amazement.  Blueberries!  Who would have thunk?  

 Of course the first problem which presented itself:  where the heck would we store our blueberry treasures?  How would we get them home?  We looked at our two water bottles and nodded wisely.  We drank lavishly and rapidly, combined the two bottles into One, and then proceeded to fill the empty bottle with mountain manna. 

 Oh, and we at a few, as well.  Who wouldn’t?  

 Hours later, at home, I remembered our bottle of blue gold.  Dumped it into a bowl and cleaned the fruit.  Discarded the stems.  Washed ’em.  Placed them gingerly and reverentially in the refrigerator.

 Still marveling:  blueberries!

 What to do with them?  What to do with them? 

The thought of blueberry pancakes began to over-rule the sensibility of eating handfuls or sprinkling them in cereal.  We must have blueberry pancakes.  Whole wheat cakes laced with tiny slivered pecans and wild blueberries.  Topped with real maple syrup from our Upper Peninsula trees.

Yes.  The blueberries knew where they wanted to be.  Sprinkled atop pancakes sizzling in the grill.  Yes. 

 We still marveled:  we found wild blueberries!  

Please pass the maple syrup. Thank you!

 We came.  We ate.  We digested.

 We rubbed our stomachs in satisfaction.

 I thought about a blog title. 

 “Hey, Chris, how do you like this title?  We found our thrill on Blueberry Hill!”  (Of course, you all know this is a famous 1940’s song, don’t you?  Click here to hear Fats Domino.  Oh delight!  As good as the blueberries themselves…)

 Chris raised his eyebrows. In disbelief, I’m sure.  Surely I wouldn’t put such a title on this blog?  Surely not, Mom?

 OK, I didn’t.  Really I didn’t.  Half the title, dear son.  For any of you who want to read about our early morning trip to the airport and my sentimental mom-feelings, please scurry on over to the Simply Here blog and read the post Breath..  That’s my writing blog, the blog which attempts to describe in presence-filled language what’s happening.

 Our first-born now belongs to the West Coast once again.  He’ll bring memories of wild blueberries from Lake Superior mountains to the surf and deserts of Southern California.

 Chris, we miss you already!  Come home again soon…

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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23 Responses to We found our thrill on…

  1. I am just going to call your home “‘Superior Hills Bed and Breakfast with tax collection on the side!” Oh how I sat and marveled at your divine discovery! Blueberry pancakes to boot,oh they look so so tasty and beautiful!!!

    “Oved it my friend!


    • Kathy says:

      Kim, you are so quick! I never know who is going to respond first, you or Laurie! With tax collection on the side! How funny! (Oh my goodness I really should do some taxes tonight. There is a huge pile sitting here next to da computer. But I’m still kinda sleepy…might have to wait til tomorrow.) I am glad you were entertained and not disappointed not to see that billy goat or mountain lion!

  2. Karma says:

    What a yummy find! Everything is early this year from blooming flowers to raspberries to blueberries. Lucky you!

    • Kathy says:

      Karma, isn’t it amazing how early everything is? Who would have thought that we would find blueberries? And we have found a couple raspberries. And I carefully carried ONE thimbleberry home for Christopher to sample just so he could say he did. He yelped at its sour taste, but oh well. At least he can say he ate a thimbleberry!

  3. barb says:

    I will be booking my stay soon. What else is on the menu?

  4. Carol says:

    Yum! Blueberry pancakes. My man makes those for a late breakfast sometimes, but we use frozen blueberries. Still yummy! And healthy! What a wonderful find!

    • Kathy says:

      Your pancakes sound lovely, as well, Carol. (Jeez, typed that sentence an hour ago and just got back to it!) We like to freeze the wild blueberries. They are so yummy. Hope there are lots more!

  5. Gerry says:

    Oh wonderful blueberries–the times are out of joint, but we must make the best of it. Bring on the griddle!

    Everything here is growing higgledy piggledy at the wrong times or at odd times and oh well, we harvest whatever comes and are glad of it.

    The 1940s??? Really???? But I remember listening to my parents sing along with that song as we rolled along the macadam roads of northern Wisconsin in . . . surely it was the 1950s??? Oh dear.

    • Kathy says:

      Everything is growing higgledy piggledy! You sure said that right, Gerry. There’s a farmer around here that has chest-high corn. In the U.P.? At the beginning of July? What’s the world coming to?

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  7. Cindy Lou says:

    Kenzie and I found blueberries the other day, too! Our little city girl thought they were the coolest thing ever! Can’t get over how early all the berries are this year…..usually we don’t get thimble/blue/raspberries til the middle of August but we have them all ripening up at camp already. It’s going to be a fantabulous year for blackberries!

    Hugs to your momma heart – 🙂

  8. “… our bottle of blue gold.”

    Oh I love what you found. Blue gold, indeed! I haven’t had breakfast yet and your photographs are making my mouth water — they look delicious!

  9. absurdoldbird says:

    I saw your partial song title and instantly began singing it!
    Ah – blueberries! What a find! We’ve got a couple of plants that we hope, hope, hope will fruit next year (apparently Blueberries don’t fruit in their first year. Not in the UK anyway.)

    • Kathy says:

      Ms. Bird, I am glad to have inspired the song! I’ve heard that it takes a couple years before the plants bear fruit. Bet you can’t wait til next summer…

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  11. P.j. grath says:

    You make your blueberry pancakes the way my younger sister taught me to do it–pour the batter first and then plunk the berries on top, instead of mixing berries into the batter and getting blue batter.

    We picked black raspberries with our grandsons last night, and that was good, too. Put them on vanilla ice cream. Yum!

    • Kathy says:

      Oh yes, Pamela, we must sprinkle the blueberries atop! Blue batter is so unappealing, isn’t it? Raspberries on vanilla ice cream–with grandsons–sounds heavenly.

  12. Dawn says:

    Cool! I’v been away from the internet, down on the Gulf, but I’m glad you found blueberries! I think that I had an advantage, having lived up there, and knowing it was the season. I remember picking them up between Hancock and Calument somewhere. I think. They were tiny and a lot of work but OHHHHH so good! Enjoy!

    • Kathy says:

      Dawn, good to see you! The berries are indeed tiny; your memory serves you right. Yet they are exquisitely good. Not pulpy or watery or empty of flavor. Yum! Wishing you the taste of some wild berries soon. Enjoy your Gulf stay.

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