I passed the easy morning hours writing maple syrup curriculum, so it only seemed fitting to stretch my legs on a hike down to the sugarbush in the afternoon. The sun was shining and I wanted to scope out the lay of our soon-to-be outdoor classroom. I was surveying the space for logistic purposes when I saw Papa Rich had moved one of the sizable bulk tanks down the hill. I vaguely recall him mentioning this. I looked up the hill to the tank’s former position then downhill to it’s new perch. I’m curious, indeed, as to how my father-in-law pulled this off. I’m imagining some precarious sliding efforts, brought to a merciful halt by some trees standing by.