Meet You At the Sugar Shack

Undisclosed location in the Green Mountains of Vermont.

It’s not often that you can live the (quote) Time of Your Life (unquote) and still realize it. But take 10 friends, 2 dalmatians and 1 sweet sugar shack (pun absolutely indeed) and both feats are easily accomplished.

Oh and whiskey. Copious and mountainous amounts of whiskey.

Don’t miss Part II of our Vermont adventures: Fuck Yeah, Cliff Diving!

“Come gather ’round people wherever you roam.”

The Sugar Shack. No electricity. No facilities. No cars within miles. Only way to get there is a two mile hike across a mountain with only whatever you can carry on your back (or granny cart, see evidence further below) in the deep private woods of Vermont.

Next year’s cabin. You better believe it.

BACK AT THE CABIN

None of us will ever look at maple syrup in the same way again. The big white tank is named the “Marshmallow” where the raw syrup is collected.

Full on double set of twin horses.

Four words: Carry in, carry out. (Screw you, The Complete Flannery O’Connor Stories we never read and the Boggle kit we never opened.)

FULL ON DOUBLE RAINBOW HIKE UP A MOUNTAIN TO CATCH THE SUNSET

No post-production here. This is just how tired I was after our delirious hike — nay, RUN! — up a peak in the Green Mountains.

Full on double Andrew.

The worst times of our lives.

Photo: Brad Willard.

Don’t miss Part II of our Vermont adventures: Fuck Yeah, Cliff Diving!