Maple Sugaring

April 22nd, 2012

Maple sugaring is a long-standing dialogue Vermonters have had with our thickly forested state. Early Yankee settlers first learned to tap Maples for sap from original Abenaki natives who had practiced a form of sugaring for thousands of years. In 2012, with an abnormally warm winter and a poor sugaring season, some tree tappers are becoming concerned. Not only is it a source of livelihood, sugaring is an artistic form of engagement with the natural world. Over spring break, while skateboarding in NYC in 80 degree weather during what is usually the height of sugaring season, we had the chance to hang out with vimeo staffer, videographer and sugarer, Ian Durkin. Suffice it to say, he’s an awesome guy. Usually around March/April he’s up sugaring with family in Vermont.

Here is “March,” a piece by Ian that reveals the aesthetics of sugaring along with some words by him on the practice.

How was this sugaring season? – what with the 80 degree temperatures we had in mid-March and all? That’s prime time for sugaring right?

We unfortunately missed the window this year on when we were planning on sugaring. The sap runs best when it is below freezing at night and above freezing during the day in the 40s or so. The 80 degree weather came out of nowhere and we were consequently hosed.

How long has this sugaring operation been going? Is there a chance that you or anyone else in the family will continue the tradition?

It’s been going on for as long as I can remember. I can recall being a little guy and carrying buckets of sap up and down the road thinking my arm would fall off while fresh syrup poured into dixie cups filled of snow was the reward. I hope to continue the tradition, as I certainly look forward to it each and every year.

What part of the sugaring process do you most enjoy?

These days, I enjoy sitting in the sugar shack til the small hours of the night, keeping the fire going, waiting for a boil, hanging out and listening to music with friends and family.

In his memoir The Frog Run, sugarer John Elder, from Bristol Vermont, says that “the pulse of sap” can awake one from winter to the coming of spring. The anticipation of spring can begin with sugaring, but at the same time, Elder points out that when sugaring and “standing in the warm, sticky sugarhouse” there is also a desire that things slow down. He explains, “we long to dwell in this protracted in-between.”

What does the process of sugaring do to you? How does it effect your perspective/attitude/being? Do you feel sped up? Are you slowed down?

Boiling is a slow and methodical process. The definitive task mixed with the sweet air, spring sun and warming temperatures makes it very enjoyable. There is no place you really need to go nor want to be but close to the sugar shack, keeping the fire hot and waiting for the next boil.

Last question: are you a Grade A Fancy kinda guy? Light Amber? Dark Amber? What do you recommend to all those that shamelessly drizzle Aunt Jemima’s corn syrup on their pancakes?

I’ve always been fond of the Grade B and I suggest that they get with the program!

WANDER YEARS – Online Release

January 23rd, 2012

After four years of collecting footage, The Worble finally presents “WANDER YEARS”, a homespun portrait of New England skateboarding.

Chop Some Wood, Skate Some Board

January 22nd, 2012

Schultz’s Family Farm

January 19th, 2012

In this cold season when things are withdrawn into themselves, we too withdrew as a family during the holiday. In the midst of still mountains we retreated into Shaftsbury Hollow, to the Tree Farm at Schultz’ Family Farm. Although it’s a place where our family has scouted and chopped Christmas Trees (Scotch Pines) for more than twenty years, it’s a place where, in a way, we go to get lost too. It’s a place where we like to, as Robert Frost encourages in his poem “Directive,” “put a sign up CLOSED to all but me” (38). (Closed to all but Mull in this case). In this lost place, where in exuberance you hurtle through thickly grown patches of pines during hide-and-go-seek, you are found. Not by Dave or Steve, or whoever happens to be “it,” but by the surrounding trees you’ve known your whole life. The Scotch Pines and Douglas Firs that have remained uncut for more than twenty years now seem to contain within the densities of their branches the experience of your seven or eight year-old self. You feel, to put it like Frost, “whole beyond confusion,” connected to a part of yourself that you can only find outside of it, through the non-human world.

Skateboarding Before Snow

January 15th, 2012

It’s the time of year when things are withdrawn into themselves. When trees once wildly interwoven in green now stand silent, solitary, and individual. Old stone walls that run through the woods seem hunkered down and expectant, ready for deep snow. While coming back to Vermont for Christmas was a time to see family, friends, and have some festive in-door skate sessions, it was also a time to withdraw, to be lost to the world and experience on a board the way everything seems to be still before snow.

Winter’s First Session

December 27th, 2011

Christmas at the WRECK (2011)

December 25th, 2011

VT Skateboards at Granite Skatepark

December 21st, 2011

After-Hours at Talent Skatepark

December 10th, 2011

Welcome to the indoor skatepark season.

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AUTUMN: Burlington, VT

November 15th, 2011

In search of foliage, we traveled north. Burlington’s mid-October landscape was lush with those neon greens and yellows that seem to forecast a golden peak. Any rational leaf-peeper would be content — that is, if it weren’t for a bunch of noisy skateboarders and their found objects…