Just Missed 'Em

While I made it to Seattle during Copper River Salmon season, I just missed the start of this year's berry season. And now I have proof that marionberries exist — not named for the infamous Washington, D.C. mayor, but rather (I believe) for the county in Oregon where they were successfully hybridized. I whole heartedly agree with the article's opening paragraph:

Every child should experience the taste of a sun-warmed strawberry plucked right from its greenery, or a fragrant blackberry picked on a summer morning, for a berry never tastes quite as wonderful as those we popped into our mouths along some dusty road during childhood.

We used to pick salmonberries (not in said article) from the bushes around my camp. I wonder if what we called "salmonberries" might not be what the article calls "golden raspberries," though.