Footpaths leading down to the ocean were lined with six foot high berry bushes teeming with the most enormous, toothsome berries I've ever seen or tasted. I picked and ate, and picked and ate, and ate some more until I nearly exploded. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I had indigo blue teeth and lips for days. Needless to say, I've been searching for that berry same experience ever since.
Some years are better berry-picking years than others.
About a month before the berries are ripe, you can assess their potential by taking inventory of the number of delicate white flowers abloom on the dewberry brambles. You know it's going to be a good year when it looks like there's snow on the ground. If the rains hold up, you'll need to start gathering your berry-picking supplies. I find that a plastic gallon milk jug with the top cut out works best. It's lightweight, has a comfortable handle, and lets you know just how many berries you've picked.