Okay, so people never tapped trees when I was growing up in the city. That makes this novel for me or maybe I'm just easily amused. I was on my way to Pennsylvania and stopped for a couple caches. The first was in a pleasant park with a quiet little waterfalls. The second was almost across the street in a cemetery. In the cemetery the trees were all tapped. As I was signing the cache log, I kept hearing the sound of the sap running into the buckets on the tree with the cache. I had never been this close to a tap and bucket before.
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