One thing I loved on our trip to Oregon was the wild blackberries that grew everywhere. We were there in blackberry season. What a treat!!!
We picked them whenever and wherever: at a place where we pulled off the freeway, next to the parking lot at one of the hotels where we stayed, near the International Rose Garden.
The blacker the better. Heavenly!
We foraged enough to make a cobbler when we got home.
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