For some, it's money. For others it's steak and potatoes. For me, an Alaskan sourdough at hear, it has to be blueberries forever!  I recall hiking the sunny but misty rolling mountains north of Anchorage where I grew up. My three favorite things then were Ted (my very best friend), fishing, and, yet, blueberries. Sometimes Ted and I would hike the hills searching for blueberries, and when they were there, the whole mountainside would be covered with them. Little tiny one, intensely blue, ofte...
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