Instead of going during the cool morning though, for some reason we decided to go during the hotter part of the day, around 2 p.m. Oh well, it was worth it. We arrived at Green Hill Aire Blueberry Farm to find a few cars lining the rural road off of Royal Avenue and Greenhill Road in northwest Eugene. Apparently we weren't the only ones with the bright idea to satisfy the craving for freshly-picked berries. Britni says it's not truly summer until you go berry picking.
We were welcomed by some friendly folks who have lived there for about 30 years. They told us they planted the blueberry bushes about 29 years ago. I thought, if the bushes are older than me, they must be good.
And good they were. There were so many tasty blueberries, we could have stayed all day. But then the owners would have had to weigh us before and after we arrived to determine how many berries we actually ate and picked and should therefore pay accordingly.
After guiding pincher bugs and spiders out of our buckets and trying to not to knock off the berries that were still green, we paid for our treats. To our surprise they only charged us for three-quarters of the two-gallon bucket even though the berries were about an inch below the top. But I think we would did pick a full two gallons. We just ate the difference.
