The boards do not touch at the peak of the spacious sugarhouse sunlight pours though gaps in the wall Steam rises from the evaporator past a single wire that holds two bare light bulbs Two men The older his tan fedora cocked to the side forearms clothed in wool his hands in leather gloves perches on the edge of a sofa covered with a stained canvas tarp The younger stands behind the evaporator his foot resting on an overturned sap bucket his back to a stacks of dozens more A quilted red coat and red wool cap with flaps ward off the chill