And yes, I spent most of the drive singing once again - loudly and off key - "I found my thrill, on Blueberry Hill". It's a good thing that I think I'm hysterical, because apparently the kids don't.
If you're local and you haven't been there yet - well, make plans. It was so much fun!
It's located way out on Bunner's Ridge. And by way out, I mean to clear past the Sagebrush and at the end of the road, turn right. Then continue way out that road following the blueberry signs.
There were row upon row of plants to pick from and the staff there were really helpful to let us know which rows were ready to pick.
The kids spent time picking berries (and eating berries) and running up and down the large aisles playing while Tracey, Lori and I solved most of the world's problems - which is usual. We were there for almost two hours before the complaints of "I'm hot" and "Can we go now?" started. Not to bad.
We will definitely be back. Not only was it fun, the prices for the berries wasn't that bad. Each white bucket heaping full was $18.
If you go, make sure you bring something to take your berries home in, sunscreen. cold water and cash.
We had homemade blueberry pancakes for dinner that night. Some berries are being made into blueberry syrup to can for later and some ended up flash frozen and stored in the freezer for later.
I wish there were more pick your own spots. This was a blast!