For some unknown reason my dad was eager to get to a sugar bush. I say this since I cannot even remember when I was last at a sugar bush, perhaps when I was 9? Maybe? He felt the need to have a child with him for this trip, so we packed into the car and he, Nana, B and me headed to a lovely bush in Effingham. What a fun day! B had her 1st dose of pancakes with real Canadian maple syrup, we toured a sugar bush and adjoining sugar shack, stocked up on our fair share of maple syrup & even got a wagon ride out of the deal! B, of course, decided she did not want to be carried but rather run amok throughout the muddy bush. Of course.
All in all a terrific morning spent with Nana & Papa. Might have to do this every year!
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| B running under the sugar bush lines |
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