With the temperatures finely creeping above 30* Friday morning. I started down toward the sugar bush with a loaded sled. I made it less then ten yards before the top heavy sled of gear tipped over. Upright and back on the trail. The trip was slow and steady as I walked backward pulling and stabilizing the rig.
Plenty of snow down at the camp. I love seeing how the timber comes to life as the warm Southern winds blow Northward and the sunlight penetrates to warm the soil.
Time to start tapping trees. It's a simple and slow process for me. Using my Grandfather, John Becker's old hand cranked drill gives me a connection to him and the past. Sure I could use an electric drill like most if not all guys in area do but I'm in no hurry and it's good exercise. Doing curls.
These early spring days I tend to put more taps on the Eastern side of the tree in the am and then as the day continues I'll drop a tap in on the West side.
The dogs love it down in the timber this time of year. They get plenty of attention and treats.
I've got a few treats in the cooler too.
Saturday morning I skied down to the Bush. The run was fast and icy. By the time I made the run back to the house the sun had started to melt some snow and made the conditions a little sticky.
I thought it would be my last run of the year but mother
nature had a surprise in store for me when I awoke to a beautiful light
snow fall passing through.
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