Took the canoe out yesterday - for about the first time this summer. I've been laid up with injuries, and haven't been able to do much for a while, but feeling stronger, I decided it was time to check up on the berries.
I paddled to the end of the lake and up the river to a spot that burned a couple of years ago. I figured this year the berry picking would be pretty good there and it was so. The berries were thick as I've ever seen them. In a couple of hours I had a gallon and a half of blueberries. About then, working my way around a balsam tree, I ran into a bear, snout to snout. The bear went "Woof"! So did I, and we each took off in opposite directions.
I decided to get back in the canoe and check another spot two miles up river where there is usually good raspberry picking. As I got out of the canoe, I saw more bears, a sow and two cubs. I decided to leave the raspberries to them.
There will soon be blueberry pie at Hunter Lake, but the raspberry pie will have to wait for another day.

