A Day with Mom

Hiking with mom. Only happens once a year usually, and it is always around blueberries. We had a great day for it and spent the day in the woods of my childhood and hers, ending the hiking part up on Red Hill (which is where my Grandfather grew up). We had dinner together and spent the night. Love my folks, love where I grew up.

Mumma taking a quick break before we start to really head up.

Mumma making her way to the top, picking along the way. That is Old Speck in the background. My brother gave me a good tip about coming off White Cap a long time ago and I have certainly used that tip in times on uncertainty. Always have Speck making a diamond with the valley when you are heading off the mountain. That is the trick that works from where I hike, but I hike the trail that not many do - I resent blueberry season a little. All of a sudden all these people who never give a rip about White Cap 51 weeks of the year are all over it, scooping up the blueberries. It is so close to my childhood house, I can't help but feel a little like it is mine. No one owns a mountain and most everyone I do meet up there during blueberry season is nice enough, so I should be happy they are out and about and might be someone who pays better attention to the woods because of it.

Luna's last trip up White Cap. As all of my (and her) closest friends know, she died a week ago today. So sad. Miss her greatly, but so thankful for what she gave me and what I gave her.

Mumma coming off the mountain; I always admire this uprooted tree.

Mumma walking down her father's childhood road - on the way to the old homestead (well, the foundation) on Red Hill

From the "top" of Grampa's field on Red Hill.

Red Hill

From Red Hill - that is White Cap in the background.

It was slow picking this year, but we did alright.

Sleeping beauties. They were tuckered after our day on White Cap and afternoon on Red Hill.

Mum's flower garden.

My parents' backyard. Love it.