She guards her most prolific berry yielding areas like a precious gem. Blanche was once asked by strangers where she had picked buckets of berries. Yet she is very gracious about refusing to tell you where she pick. You don't have favorite spots. You have to run all over the mountains looking for them.
Some years there's lots.
Some years there's not many. Blanche goes berry picking in the early fall, but does not have definite dates on her calendar. Rather, she waits for Mother Nature to decide when the berries will ripen. I don't count the days, I just go. Whenever I find berries, I go.