Locals living in mountain communities and the hollows below refer to it as the fifth season. Wives tales stretch back to the horse and buggy days. You can hear all the locals collectively breathe a sigh of relief, as this month long period offers them respite from seasonal workers and tourists. Bar stools are reclaimed by old-timers, and you can drive the speed limit in the downtown areas without worrying about mad-darting jaywalkers. Mud season also marks the start of the woodsman’s hallowed procession: Buckets are carried into the sugar bush; maples are tapped, sapped, and boiled down. The whole nation revels in the Northeastern resolve to do things the old and proper way. Either that or they say: “50 dollars?! For a jug of syrup?! These guys must think we’re suckers“.