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Making Maple Syrup | Yankee Classic

Inside the sugarhouse, he replaced the wood-burning evaporator with one that runs on oil and wood, and more recently his sons invested in a new invention, an evaporator that runs off the steam that it creates. Robert Howrigan has good cause to take exception to being branded old-fashioned.

In the sugar bush Shelley makes her way toward the sound of the horses. The creak of the wagons gets louder, and there’s a snuffling as the horses exhale. In spite of the buried lines, it’s still necessary to collect the sap from the buckets way up in the bush.
“Hey there!” she calls.

Danny and Robbie are five years apart, and they look enough alike so that even though she has been married to Danny for 15 years, Shelley will still sometimes get him confused with Robbie.

They stop and set up onto the wagon. The big tank on the planks is full of fresh sap, as clear as water. They are nearly finished with the run today. In spite of the warm temperatures, they haven’t collected as much as usual, and they say that this year may be the worst they’ve seen, ever.

Shelley sets the cooler on the wagon, and Danny and Robbie dig around for their sandwiches and sodas. Even with the horses’ help, this is hungry work.

Their explanation for why they have not replaced the horses with tractors or four-wheel-drive vehicles is simple: “We like the horses.” Besides, Robert Howrigan will say further, “Where can you find a tractor that knows which tree comes next?”

The horses, Scott and Moses, have been at this a long time, and they know the route up through this exquisitely rough road, replete with boulders and gullies, where even the most rugged four-wheel-drive could not go. It’s a trip they make every day during this season, which can last as long as eight weeks but which is usually more like six. Even a veteran like Robert Howrigan cannot tell you the rules for sugaring season.

“We’ve made syrup in February, and I’ve boiled in May,” he says. “If I’ve learned anything about sugaring, it’s that next year will be different. It’s not like haying or planting, in that you can get it tomorrow if today’s not right. With sugaring there’s no tomorrow. You either do it today or you’ve lost it.”

The only thing you have to watch with the horses is their impatience. They know the route, but they also want to be done with it, and as the day comes to a close and those
familiar last trees come into sight, Danny struggles to hold the team back in their haste to return to their stalls. When he was nine, Danny got his foot trapped under a tank filled with new sap, and his toes still remember that injury. That’s the only injury he can recall in working these woods.

The Howrigans use the horses only in the spring, for collecting sap. The rest of the year, Scott and Moses and the other three teams they own are out to pasture, “living the life of Reilly,” according to Robert Howrigan.

Danny and Robbie sit in the strong spring sun. The trees are still bare, but it’s easy to know that real spring will soon come to these northern woods. Like their father, they know about all there is to know about sugaring. They know about the warm side of the woods and the cold side. They know which trees are the sweet trees and which ones aren’t much good. They know these trees like a herd they keep. “They have to know all the trees by their first names,” Robert Howrigan says. And they do. Most trees yield sap that is two or three percent syrup. A three percent tree is considered a really sweet tree. The Howrigans claim that they have an eight percent tree.

But this is their favorite part, just being out here in the woods on a day like this. As the season moves, they do also, moving with the sun from the warm side into the cold side, where the sap has finally begun to move. Farming is hard now. The sugaring is just a small part of their business, which is primarily dairying. “We spend an awful lot of time on the books,” Robbie says, shaking his head. Less and less time out in the air.
“Want a ride back?” Danny offers.

“Sure,” says Shelley. She packs up the cooler and hops onto the wagon, holding on to the side of the vat. The sap sloshes inside as the horses toil up over a large boulder and then strain as the wagon tilts down the other side. A few more buckets down the line, the horses are in the clear and their spirits lift. They pick up speed, and Danny leans on the reins to try to hold them back. These horses have done this so often, they are like children arguing for one good reason why they have to go slowly. Once they hit the road that leads down to the sugarhouse, Danny has to use all his might to rein them in as they make their way to the sugarhouse. Spill the whole vat and that’s a morning wasted. And, as his father has always said, in sugaring there’s no tomorrow.

It is sweet and steamy inside the sugarhouse. The vats are as big as houses and the men stand on ramps to watch the sap as it boils. Robert Howrigan claims that his grandfather was a very sickly man who suffered terribly from asthma and rheumatoid arthritis. All through the winter, he walked about in pain. But once he got into the sugarhouse, the steam would cure his asthma and the syrup would loosen up his joints. “Every year you’d think he wasn’t going to make it, and then once they got that sap boiling, he was good for another year. Yes, yes,” he says, after a long, thoughtful pause, “maple has been very good to us.”

On the windowsill of the sugarhouse are small clear bottles filled with syrup, each a different shade of copper. At the end of the line is a bottle of ketchup. “The guys like to throw hot dogs into the vat and boil them up to keep themselves going,” Shelley explains. More often than not, the boiling goes on throughout the night. “Sap is not like whiskey,” Robert Howrigan says. “It does not improve with age. You’ve got to boil it right away and make way for the next day’s crop.” A sweet hot dog goes a long way in the middle of the night.

Updated Monday, February 11th, 2008

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2 Responses to Making Maple Syrup | Yankee Classic

  1. Warren Phelps February 21, 2008 at 2:11 pm #

    Being originallly from Connecticut and seeing my mother tap a maple tree in Avon, Conn. as a child, it makes me long for Vermont. I have been there several times and would live there if I could afford a good warm house and a fireplace or cast iron stove. Several years ago, I spent several days with Montpelier as home base and drove to various towns of interest. On my way back south I felt as if the river beside the highway was offering me a race to the bottom. Stories of winter hardships overcome and maple sugaring are a delight for me, now living in Missouri. Thank you for this awesome website!
    Warren Phelps

  2. Karen Beaudreau March 23, 2008 at 12:09 pm #

    I live right here in Vermont, the southern end. I can relate to maple sugaring. My husband and I tapped some trees at his parents property,( maybe 5 years ago back when propane was $6.00 a fill ) and we brought it back to our place to boil it on a propane burner with a high pressure regulator,and when we boiled it down far enough we brought it in the house and finished it off on the stove. I really like the darker maple syrup it has more of a maple flavor. I always like to read articles on sugaring Thank You Karen Beaudreau

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