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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Maple Sugar Bush Trip








Ya, I know what you're thinking. Why did I call this stuff, Maple Sugar Bush Trip? Okay, it's simple. I went to the Maple Sugar Bush, today. Here are pictures of it, because it's a photoblog. Okay, you got me? Okay, let's go.

Okay you're probably thinking it was really boring, just tasting maple syrup, and going for a ride, but you're wrong. I went in a horse-drawn wagon and I got to eat pancakes. I know the story now, of how the Indians made maple syrup. How do ya like them apples?

There was a young Indian boy and he was practicing hitting his Tomahawk in the trees and he hit one tree and it got stuck. He tried to reach it but it was too high, so he had to wait for his Dad to come back from hunting. In the meanwhile, he went to his mother to see what she was doing and she asked him to go to the lake with a bucket to get some water. On the way to the river, he passed the tree where his Tomahawk was in. He thought if he stood on the bucket, he would be able to reach the Tomahawk. Nope.

So he sat on the tree with the bucket between his legs and took a nap. When he woke up, the bucket was filled with something that looked like water. So he thought the Water God had given him water, so he didn't have to go to the lake. He gave the water to his Mom and she used it for cooking, and then he tasted the food and it was sweet. So he told his Dad about the Tomahawk, and when they arrived at the tree, there was liquid dripping down the Tomahawk. Then they found out that if they boil this liquid, they would get a sweet substance. So they used this method to heat the liquid in a hollowed log, and with deer antlers, they threw hot stones (from a fire) into the log to heat the liquid and the water would evaporate. Maple syrup was born.

See ya next time!

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