It’s March in New England (as well as other places in the Northern parts of the US) and what does that mean, a precious precious amber is flowing.
I’ll admit, I am a maple syrup snob. You will not find the grand madams Buttersworth or Jemima perched on my breakfast table. You will find a big fat jug of Grade A Amber maple syrup straight from Vermont or Quebec. That’s right, I do not mess around.
So maybe you don’t think about maple syrup as much as I do, which I would guess you probably don’t, but bet you didn’t know that a little bit of sugar shack action can bring a little bit of fun to a mini vacation for those of us up in parts of the US and Canada.
My first time up at a sugar shack was during a field trip that we took in Jr. High for French class up to Quebec. Honestly, as beautiful as Quebec is, the maple sugaring was my favorite part of the trip. And guess what, this is the perfect time of year to see the process in action.
So what does this mean for vacation? It means an idea for a long weekend – get a little cabin or motel up in the woods, find a local sugar shack, have some maple-y delicious food and enjoy. Or, do one of my favorite things, take a random day off in the middle of the week and go on an adventure. Added bonus, not nearly as many people are around doing things on Tuesdays, Wednesdays or Thursdays, beat the crowd.
Since I’m guessing you might not know where to start on your maple syrup adventure, I’ll give you a jumping off point to start:
Parker’s Maple Barn – I spent many Sunday’s in my childhood making the trek to Parker’s Maple Barn. They don’t take reservations, so for a weekend, be prepared to wait, but they do have some hiking trails, a sugar shack and a mini country store.
The Sugar Daddy to Beat Them All – Nice piece from the Sydney Morning Herald about the awesome time the author had during a maple syrup pilgrimage to Quebec.
Maple Sugaring with the Trapp Family – Remember how you loved singing along with The Sound of Music when you were a kid, betcha didn’t know the family still lives in Vermont, huzzah!