CHERRYFIELD, Maine - In mid to late September, weeks after Maine’s wild blueberries have been raked, feted in festivals, packaged, frozen, and sent countrywide, the vast barrens of sandy, acidic soil left by glaciers, where the berries grow semi-wild, turn to broad swaths of crimson. This transformation happens after the first hard frost.
While leaf peepers head to the mountains, coastal Washington County, far down east, offers a different seasonal experience. This rugged and vast stretch of Maine beyond Bar Harbor, where half of Maine’s 85 million pounds of commercially harvested wild blueberries grow, is hardscrabble, quiet, and thinly populated. Fields of the low-bush blueberry plants that weren’t raked and harvested, which is about half of them, transform into a brilliant red. The raked fields turn a browner red. Bordering forests of deciduous and evergreen trees provide color contrast and texture to undulating fields of ankle- and knee-high bushes so expansive that the landscape sometimes feels like the Midwestern plains.
