It's a cook- them-yourself breakfast with everyone busy on propane stoves or over the campfire . I prefer the campfire myself . It seems there is always a lineup for the smoky flavour . Once the stomachs are full , the kids run to check the pails for the last collection of the season and the adults continue with visiting and the cleanup . When all is done , the wagons are loaded with equipment and people for the ride back . As the tractor pulls the cheerful faces and laughing voices back along the bumpy road , the sounds fade in the distance . All is again quiet in the Sugar Bush until next year .
Take a trip to the nearest sugar shack while you have a chance. Better yet get out and tap a few trees to make some candy before the snow is gone.