Our Annual Autumn Trip to the Sugar Bush

Go figure. On Thursday I posted about my awful night. That night I reverted to my old pill, and Sleepwatch reported that I slept for exactly 8 hours — my best sleep in years.

Sometimes, Sleepwatch and I disagree, but that report concurs with my own sense. I think I have been using the app for almost four years, but I believe that is the first time I have seen it report eight hours. 

Well anyway, it worked out well, for Friday was our chosen day to drive to the maple sugar camp for our autumn outing, and I was feeling pretty darn fine. We had picked Friday because the weather was predicted to be good, and so it was. For the most part, the weather hasn't been great, but it was pretty doggone grand yesterday.

The colours were pretty good on the drive, so Sue took various phone photos from the moving car, but this one will give you the idea of what it was like in places.

We've been to Wheelers and posted about it so many times that I didn't bother to take pictures of the buildings. However, some of you are new, so I'll post this one that Sue took of me because it shows some of the restaurant.

I think it is time to trim the beard.

And . . . here's Susie . . .  no doubt looking out of the window and admiring the colour.

This is pretty well the entire menu, except for baked beans, which we don't bother with: pancakes, French toast, maple sausages, and all of the maple syrup one's little heart could desire. That was my first dousing of the syrup; it was fine for the French toast, but it soaks right into the pancakes, so two more applications were required. By the way, these are the only sausages on the planet that Sue will eat. Yum.

I know that it is quite a plateful, but that was our breakfast and lunch combined, and we didn't have big suppers either.

I was taking pictures of maple syrup bottles here and there around the restaurant, but Sue mentioned the display in the boiler room of all sorts of grades of maple syrup. It was in a window, so it was backlit nicely.

There was a new display in the boiler room, depicting the maple syrup story from pre-colonization until present. It even stretched farther left on the other side of the door.

It is a remarkable piece, put together by local graphics artist, but I forget her name. This is one small section from just one of the ten (I think) panels. 

Of course, I took outdoor photos after the meal . . .