February 3, 1999 |
My friend Carl keeps a small jug of pure Vermont maple syrup in his car. He just can't face breakfast on the road without it. Driving the back roads of Vermont last March--the height of sap season in these parts--I thought of Carl. Here, the muddy roads are lined with maple trees, and it seems every tree is adorned with a tin bucket necklace to collect the precious sap. This is maple syrup paradise. Vermont, after all, produces one-third of the U.S.