
Rogers Rock
Tom Rosecrans has climbed all over the world, but he’s most at home on Rogers Rock overlooking Lake George. By Phil Brown
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Tom Rosecrans has climbed all over the world, but he’s most at home on Rogers Rock overlooking Lake George. By Phil Brown
I’m hiking with two professional photographers, and I’ve come to the conclusion that photographers are not like other people. They see things we don’t. By Phil Brown
Something big and dark moves swiftly across the trail ahead of us and quietly vanishes in the brush. By Bill Ingersoll
The serene charms of the Sixteen-Mile Level on the Middle Branch of the St. Regis were no secret to Adirondack sports of the nineteenth century, but it seems that they have yet to be discovered by paddlers of our day. By Phil Brown
A hike up Noonmark Mountain offers the experiences of a Great Range expedition in a compact, half-day excursion.
I’m lying in bed at 4:45 a.m. The alarm hasn’t gone off yet, but I won’t be going back to sleep. I’m climbing Wallface today. By Phil Brown
Most Adirondack paddlers have heard at least part of this story. On June 15, 1991, four canoeists and one kayaker took a bumpy trip down the South Branch of the Moose River. By Mary Thill
Warming up to Van HoHikers endure bone-chilling cold for breathtaking view By Anna Rehm It was minus 10 degrees when we left Saranac Lake one December morning to hike Mount Van Hoevenberg. As we pulled out of the driveway, it was still freezing inside the car. “What are we doing?” Rachael asked. Good question. Both…
You don’t expect a mountain that shares a name with a fairy tale to be too daunting, especially when that fairy tale is Sleeping Beauty, a name that conjures visions of peace and serenity, which is exactly what you find on Sleeping Beauty Mountain.
The tap, tap, tapping that sounded every few minutes as we made a wintry ascent of Lyon Mountain wasn't coming from woodpeckers.