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A songbird’s call pierced the stillness of the hardwood forest. It sounded like “Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!” Bill Ingersoll identified the bird by its call. “That’s the ovenbird,” he said. “Barbara taught me that.”
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A songbird’s call pierced the stillness of the hardwood forest. It sounded like “Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!” Bill Ingersoll identified the bird by its call. “That’s the ovenbird,” he said. “Barbara taught me that.”
I was not born with a plastic camping spoon in my mouth. Unlike my wife, Debbie, who was raised in rural upstate New York, I was city-born and grew up more familiar with asphalt playgrounds than with green woods. In my neighborhood, we didn’t have swimming holes; we had potholes.
Rachel and I recently discovered a great little hike up 1,420-foot Mount Gilligan on the opposite side of Pleasant Valley from Rocky Peak Ridge.
Rocky Peak Ridge rewards hikers with continual views By Phil Brown Few who have climbed Rocky Peak Ridge and Giant from New Russia would dispute that it’s one of the best hikes in the Adirondacks. Just be sure to bring lots of water and lots of stamina. If you do the 11-mile traverse, ending at…
My friend Brian Mann and I took the long way to Grass Pond Mountain. We paddled across Cranberry Lake, camped at Chair Rock Flow and hiked six miles the next day to Lows Lake, following an old trail that the state reopened a few years ago.
We stuck our canoes in the water at Round Lake—a name that tells you confoundingly little. There are Round lakes and Round ponds scattered across the Adirondack region; I can call to mind half a dozen without even looking at a map.
The supermarket was out of Jiffy Pop. I should have taken that as a sign of bad karma for the Adirondack camping trip my 10-year-old daughter, Caroline, and I had planned. By Paul Grondahl
When I told people that I planned to go canoeing on Sprite Creek, the invariable reaction was, “Where’s that?” By Phil Brown
By Phil Brown
It’s an especially warm, sunny day in mid-April, a perfect day for hiking if not for the mud, snow and ice in the higher elevations around Lake Placid. And so I head for the lower elevations: the Five Ponds Wilderness south of Cranberry Lake.
As Jeff and Donna Case hike toward Tirrell Pond on the Northville-Placid Trail, they seem to glide along without effort, despite their huge frame packs.