Oh alright
I've been in Vermont for several days now. So far, I have voluntarily participated in
- making maple syrup
- eating maple syrup
The problem is that Ad and Eerik, who both have a different set of hormones than me, wanted to
- drive 4-wheelers
- shoot guns

- chop down trees
- play with chainsaws
At first, I adamantly refused to participate in any of these activities, preferring to quiz them about their personal/romantic lives while gorging on Easter maple candies. But eventually, I realized what would be needed to make the activities fun: redneck clothes.
Ad found me a red plaid wool jacket, and even a red plaid hat with earflaps to go with it. I made us sing the Lumberjack song while we felled the 40-yr old birch tree to make a cord of wood.