The locals in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, or U.P., are called Yoopers, and you’ll have to talk to a bunch of them if you want to find blueberries in July. The best patches are closely guarded secrets.
But if you keep asking around at the Falling Rock Café in Munising, just a few blocks from the Lake Superior shore, eventually you’ll find someone who might – might – drop a few clues. They’ll cast a sly look around the room, lower their voice to a whisper and tell you to drive south for a few miles and west for a bit and then, at the curve in the road, start looking for light green underbrush in the woods. Or something like that.
They’re probably lying.
But don’t let that stop you. Toss a Tupperware container in the car and pull off on a gravel road where sunlight filters down to the forest floor. Look carefully . . . and then look some more . . . and sooner or later you’re bound to find some berries. And when you do, you’re in luck: The bushes usually grow in big patches.
Nothing sounds better than the plop of those berries in the bucket.