The best blueberries were the ones I picked for pancakes in the North Channel of Georgian Bay. They grew close to the ground. We would be cruising aboard our sailboats and mom would take us out to pick them in the morning when we were in gunk holes like South Benjamin or Covered Portage Cove. Then she would make blueberry pancakes on a gimble stove which she had to pump to build up the fuel and light with a kitchen match. Our refrigerator had big blocks of ice that we carried aboard with tongs in Little Current. yummm Childhood was the bomb!