I met the 3 of them at the bottom of the hill where we hauled all the bikes across the railroad tracks and headed down the greenway path to look for blackberries. It was fun having riding partners and travelling at a more leisurely pace.
Along the greenway is a large berm that separates the highway from the path and is also covering a large pipe that belongs to Metro Vancouver. There is stair access so workers can get to points to check on the pipe. It also allows hungry berry pickers to climb up and check out the blackberry vines at the very top. I don't know why I didn't think of this before. We hit the mother lode! They are in bright sunshine and were big, juicy and hundreds of them.
We started picking while Linda's older grandson headed with his bike down a little further. About 5 minutes later, he came back with a VERY FLAT tire. Poor guy. We teased him and told him he should've waited till Thursday because we were taking a class on how to repair a flat on Wed. night. I don't think he found our humour all that funny. So, I stayed with Caleb while Linda walked Owen and his bike down to be picked up by Grandpa John.
I had no idea what adorable chatterboxes 9 year old boys can be. I was totally entertained while picking the berries.
We ended up getting a nice bucket full and will go back for more. We only did about 6 miles at an easy pace, but it was a totally enjoyable way to spend an afternoon.
There is nothing that smells like summer more than the smell of wild blackberries in the sunshine along the trail.
