This weekend I traveled with friends to a farm 4 hours north of Toronto. My cell phone did not work, no internet. It was so much nature, I had my concerns.
Fortunally, the maple syrup harvest was in full effect. From the farm it was a short walk to the sugar shack. And I was wondering: why do they call this small hut sugar shack. However, it seems to be a common name for a place where the maple sap is boiled down to syrup. It has to boil hard, I can tell you. For around 12 hours. We got to the shack at 7 in the morning.
Wandering through the wood and checking the maple sap buckets.
The sound of the dripping sap was mesmerizing.
The sap boiled in this huge tub. I am sifting the foam off the sap.
I had to do this every half hour or so. It was very exhausting but as everyone was in such good spirits, I kept going and going.
Keeping the fire alive with Dave.
Tasting some sap. We drank it with coffee which was very delicious.
We boiled the liquid tree gold for another 5 hours.
Happy – after a full day of work with Denny and Dave.
Dave lives in a small cabin in the woods nearby. He invited me to his place.
Maybe I will stay with him the next time I’m up there.
I had such a wonderful time. Now I feel like a truly canadian girl.
The maple syrup I took home will keep my memories alive. And the juices flowing.
Big kisses to my friend Job who took the pictures.