We ran out of blue berries this morning. The low bush berries we picked last summer are gone. Aki and I head to the mountains to survey this year’s crop. It looks strong. Little pink lantern-shaped blossoms hang from almost every diminutive bush. This must be a gift from our mild winter, the sun rich days of May and early June, and rain.
I lead Aki down off the muskeg onto an old growth forest trail that parallels Fish Creek. Aki is looking for the animals that marked the trail with scent. I am after early Salmon berries—a raspberry like fruit that tastes fruit sweet and swamp sour at the same time. The little dog is more successful than me. None of the red or yellow or orange salmonberries hang beneath the canopy.