The old shack, built as a work project during the depression, has seen everything these seventy acres have had to share. Tonight it houses an old stove top and boils sap into syrup. 40 gallons collected for every gallon bottled. My fingers are crossed that it dips below freezing tonight; we have 25 new (old) taps to put in in the morning.

In the meantime: a drive at sunset, windows down.