After years of evaporating our maple sap for the infamous Hinterland Maple Bock out in the cold, rain and snow, a good friend of mine decided we needed a proper sugar shack. And like all things Hinterland, the sugar shack all natural and wood-fired. There's no gas or electrical power out here, just kerosene lanterns and cold beer. It's a killer place work a way a winter's day.
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