CRANBERRIES!

One of the best perks in being a traveler is visiting the different sections of the country during their various seasons. Not to be out done anywhere in the country is New England in the Autumn. Everyone knows about the spectacular show the trees put on each year, but very few truly appreciate the wonders of the Cranberries.

When I arrived in June of 1997, I thought cranberries grew on bushes and a bog was always soggy. I had much to learn. I saw my first bog as we drove from Newport, Rhode Island to Marshfield, Massachusetts. Dad pointed out the low-lying fields covered in small pink-grey blooms. They were quite pretty. The next day, we visited Cranberry World and started receiving an education. We also sampled several types of cranberry juice--my favorite is Cran-Raspberry.

Time went on, and before I knew it, it was time to pack up and go. Luckily in the last weeks before I left, they started harvesting the cranberries. It was something to see. Even the locals stopped on the roadside to watch! I even went to the Cranberry Festival held in nearby Carver, Massachusetts. There I got what was to be one of the more interesting "souvenirs" I have brought back to date--eight pounds of cranberries! Mom and Dad loved them, and not a one went to waste. It still kills Mom that my favorite cranberry sauce comes out of a can...

Enought of this, on to the pictures!