Three hours and four quarts of berries later, we returned from our morning walk. We stayed out as long as we could stand it – the bugs were awful (they dive bomb your eyes and ears) and Acadia, our little hunter, stumbled upon some animal in the woods. I have no idea what it was because he was too far away, but you could definitely hear him growling! I called him back immediately because there’s been talk of a black bear and two cubs in the woods where we were picking. I was a touch spooked, but not enough to leave… there were berries to pick! Denali stayed by my side the whole time, oblivious, eating berries off the bushes.