berry picking

the other day connor, uncle, dad and me went up harbor mountain in the fog to pick blue berrys. it was fogy and wet and a litle bit cold. it was a long hike. some of the bords on the trail were broken like a bear had steped on them. we saw some golden crowned sparrows and some juncos and some varied thrushes. we hered some chickadees. I was walking the fastest. connor tried to pass me every time I stoped. I did not ware the best cote for the wether so I got wet. connor, uncle and dad did most of the most of picking.