We had a beautiful, cloudless Saturday, so I went up Gavan Hill. I hadn’t been in a few weeks, so it stretched out my calves pretty well. I also went directly after lunch, which made me a bit slower than I had hoped – 57:45 to get up to the lookout. I forgot to take a picture of the view, but I did take a couple of the stairs. That’s the main thing you see on the trail, anyway!

Yep, it’s some stairs.

On Sunday the sun was gone and the wind was warning of a weather change. I had made some tentative plans to visit one of the islands near town to pick berries, but I decided I’d rather stick near home and avoid unnecessary boat trips. As it turns out, there were some berry bushes behind the bunkhouse. I found a few blueberries, but lots of red huckleberries. I’m glad I kept exploring, because eventually I found a few bushes that were loaded down with berries. I spent over an hour climbing around in the woods (and singing to myself in case of bears) and picked about a quart of berries. Then I found the mother lode, picked a little longer, and went in. A few hours later I came back and spent another hour picking just off one bush!

Part of the mother lode!