Sugar houses are man caves in some ways, steaming, boiling, pungent and sweet spaces filled with sounds of boiling, hissing, bubbling vats and pots, roaring wood stoves, all kinds of pipes and knobs to turn and adjust. Scott is the master of his world in her, rushing from pot to pot, stirring, adjusting, checking temperatures, pouring his sugar into bottles – he gets about $25 a quart for his syrup, it is good stuff. I feel quite manly in there, I am learning how to help, I hate sitting around watching other people work. He will be in the sugar house most of the night, the sap is really running.