5 days in the backcountry of Olympic National Park, padding through the great moss draped forests, I am tiny at the feet of those regal evergreen giants. Winding our way up rocky mountainsides, up to a world of stone and sky. I am swept clean by the swift winds. I am emptied by the long gazes across tree tops over mountain peaks. This is vastness. I am small. In all these places, along each stretch of varied trail, an impossibly generous gift of blueberries! Blueberries on gangly limbed bushes among the big trees, blueberries on stocky little red leafed plants crouching low among the rocks in the high country. SO MANY BLUEBERRIES! We were slowed by our grazing, stopping every few to gather a handful of sweet tart deliciousness. Every human we encountered on the trail had the same purple stained mouth set in an expression of sated wonder.