Berry Picking in the Alpine Tundra
In my latest Tiny Tuesday, you may have heard mention of our recent adventure into the Alaskan interior. With a small group of friends, we traveled to Fairbanks to witness the wedding of two our best friends, Justin and Anna. They alone deserve their own post here, but I'll save that for next week when I have more time to conjure up something worthy of their awesomeness. In the meantime, here are some photos from our berry picking excursion one misty afternoon high up in the alpine wilderness. The tundra floor is covered with dense thickets of miniature forests. Rock crops and dwarf shrubs, including the wild blueberry bushes that make the Lower 48's blueberries taste like water.
I confess that I developed a berry obsession before we even set foot on the plane. Lingonberries, wild raspberries, salmonberries, cranberries, cloudberries, crowberries, bunchberries ... whatever the berry, Alaska has them. I had plans to bring cartons and cartons home on my carry-on. While exploring Fairbanks, I was sure to eat blueberry beer, pie, ice cream ... I even whipped up a savory blueberry dipping sauce for a batch of caribou dumplings I cooked for everyone one night in Justin and Anna's cabin. All blueberry, all the time.
That's all for now. In the meantime, take a look at my friend Anna's blog, Maple and Me. She writes about what it is like to build and live on a small sustainable homestead in Fairbanks, Alaska. It's my favorite.