Fruit picking has certainly become an addiction for me. I can't go a week without wanting something sweet and low hanging. I heard from an acquaintance (thanks John!) about the profound thornbushes on Mt. Tabor and how they were certain to be ripe right now. I biked up to the top of the volcano and walked along the southern slopes. There certainly were a lot of berries, but only a few that were ripe. I was still able to collect 4.5 pounds. Interspersed among the bushes were sweet peas, also not quite ripe but tasty nonetheless.