No fancy educational program here, just a few signs or a down-to-earth tour by a friendly guide. No big scale, the trail around the sugar bush is short. No bells and whistles, just a little sap and maple tasting. So why bother coming here? For the timeless charm of the place, I would say. For the "monkey tree" would claim my children! Everything about this family-run place is laid-back. They let the kids climb up the 450-year-old maple tree, which is dying but still standing (let's hope for many more years). After the best climb ever, my monkeys were ready for some warm pancakes served by a lady clad in old-fashioned dress and cap. Later, as I sat under a bright sun giving a dazzling glow to the snow, I could hear water dripping from the melting icicles and the laughter of the children involved in a snow fight. It was soooo relaxing! Word to the wise, don't let the mud freak you out. Bring a change of clothes (or garbage bags to line the car seats) in case the kids fall.
