On Easter we visited friends at their sugar house in the mountains in the eastern part of the state. The day started out cloudy and raw, but the afternoon turned comfortable and the sun was bright and warm. We were delayed, and reached the sugar house a bit late. 
Inside, the sugar house was cozy, and we began our stay by drinking fresh warm syrup right from the finishing tank tap! Oh, heavenly!
The crew was hungry, so we moved right into dinner. Our friends had clearly spent the entire morning creating a scrumptious Easter meal, which was accompanied by staggeringly good homemade wine. We ate, sitting around the evaporator as they periodically tossed wood into the firebox.
The interior of the sugar house was deliciously warm, the aroma of maple syrup permeating each in-breath. Maple mist hovered thickly over the evaporator as the maple sap boiled fiercely in the tank. It takes about 50 gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup; that’s a lot of boiling.
Slowly, friends and neighbors began to drop by for conversation. There was an abundance of food, and soon they were eating, too. They knew the routine of sugaring, and quickly went to work, doing whatever was required in the moment. The sugar house buzzed with work, eating, and playful conversation.
Sugar house fires are both common and dreaded, and soon the conversation turned to memorable ones. My favorite story featured a farmer putting out a fire with gallows of maple sap.
After lunch, and a lengthy effort to get the tractor going, we went out to gather the last of the sap from this year’s run. Most of the buckets were pretty much empty, as were the plastic lines that bring in sap from some of the more distant trees. Sap runs best when the breeze is from the west, and Sunday the breeze was variable, but not westerly.
Easter turned out to be the last day of the sugaring season. Not that there was no more sap running, the season ended because there was no more wood. Somehow that great pile of firewood had itself evaporated!
Climate change is making sugaring more challenging, as the seasons are becoming intensely variable. After an almost nonexistent winter, there were fears of an abrupt, early spring, and a poor harvest. Fortunately, this did not happen, and it seems most sugarers did just fine.
When we all gathered back at the sugar house it was time for desert. Out came a maple meringue pie! Fittingly, half the syrup used was from last year’s crop, and half was new, a celebration of continuity and hope. 
By now evening was coming on and it was time to make the long trip home. We bought a gallon of dark, full-flavored syrup, and our friends handed us another quart. Given the life giving, profoundly healthful benefits of maple syrup, we plan to thoroughly enjoy the the treasure contained in these jugs.
Our friends were happy to be finishing up the season. Now they face the less glamorous, two week task of cleanup. Come fall, they’ll cut and stack wood in preparation for the spring sap run. In the meanwhile, we’ll all enjoy the fruits of their labor.
Dreaming the World 
What a joyous and beautiful post, Michael. What a wonderful memory to go with each fork of pancakes or waffles glazed with the deep amber syrup.
Yes! Or in my coffee!
I never tried that!
When I was in elementary school we did a class trip to a sugar farm in Northern Ontario, I feel in love. Aunt Jemima and I got a divorce after that experience 🙂 Back then it was a little easier to trust fresh snow fall, and they allowed us to sample it on fresh snow cones. I still enjoy using it on ice cream, sensory memory comfort 🙂 I love the idea of combining the old with the new, and your take on it’s ties to continuity ❤
Here we still do sugar on snow. This year we had essentially no snow so by the time sugaring came the landscape was snowless. Still, our friends made many dozens of donuts to go with the syrup. Sadly, by hte time we made it up to the sugar house they were all gone…..
I learned how to make maple syrup as a volunteer at a Nature Center here in Milwaukee. However, an early overdose of maple sugar candy as a child has left me with little appetite for its taste and smell. I do appreciate the unique nature of the treat, though, and thrill when children chose the real stuff over corn syrup substitutes in taste tests!
You make me so hungry! ❤
Sounds like a great celebration of community Michael, what a wonderful experience.
Hi Michael!
In the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, my sister used to boil up her syrup in an old refrigerator. What a wonderful outing–I could smell the maple mist all the way from Seattle!