To fully appreciate this post you have to understand a little about the way the
Mortensen family travels. Growing up our vacations were always packed full of "fun." No spare second was wasted. There was the trip to Yellowstone National Park where we were up before dawn and didn't stop until it was to dark to see anything else. The reason being was the animals were out in the morning and at night, the days were full of visiting every hot spring and going on as many hikes as we could possibly fit in. It seemed after every vacation we needed a week of vacation to recover from our vacation. One year my mom thought it would be great to get the Disneyland five-day pass so we wouldn't feel like we needed to rush everything in one day and just maybe we'd have a nice relaxing vacation. Great idea, in theory it seemed perfect, we could do everything and not be exhausted. But what happened in reality was we just saw EVERYTHING Disneyland had to offer. We were there every morning at opening and left every evening after it closed. Not even when I got the stomach flu did it slow us down (I just spend the afternoon in the first aid room sleeping with my mom). To this day I still have no desire to go back to Disneyland.

Any way to get back to this trip one thing my dad really wanted to do while they were visiting was to pick berries. He has been jealous of Hailee and I making berry pies and eating berry shakes for lunch. So the day they got here (after getting up at 3 in the morning to drive here from Idaho Falls) we went straight to the berry fields. The day was hot and they were all tired, but that didn't slow anyone down.

Hailee was thrilled to be showing grandpa how to pick berries and by the end she was more "supervising" than picking. She considers herself an expert since we've gone a couple of times this year. After picking 25 pounds of raspberries we discovered the obsidian
blackberries, so they decided they needed 20 pounds of
blackberries. Then while they were paying for their berries my dad heard that the next morning they were opening the blueberry field for the first time and that if you wanted any berries you needed to show up early. That of course just got my dad and sister Kristen excited. They were really hoping for a crazy
stampede for blueberries like you find shopping the day after
Thanksgiving for flat screen
TVs. I am still convinced that this is the only reason why they went. They were a little
disappointed that it wasn't nearly as exciting as the day after
Thanksgiving sales, but they did pick 20 pounds of blueberries between the two of them.


Kristy went with us and pick a couple of buckets of berries for herself, and I'm sure she thought my family was just a little bit crazy after their 13 buckets of berries. She took her berries home with her on the airplane. She just carried them home in the buckets and they didn't even question her at security.

While my dad and sister were picking blueberries, my mom and I were washing and freezing berries. I was impressed I could fit that many berries in my freezer at one time (I'm sad I didn't get a picture) and even more impressed that they fit them in their cooler and got them all home. I talked to my mom this morning and she had already made a couple of batches of freezer jam.

This is what 20 pounds of
blackberries looks like being weighed. I still can't believe that they picked 65 pounds of berries. They are already planning their berry picking trip next year.