
Siamese Pond Wilderness
There are times when you want the mountains to yourself, with no trace of your fellow human beings. And there are times, by God, that you hope there have been cross-country skiers in front of you.
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There are times when you want the mountains to yourself, with no trace of your fellow human beings. And there are times, by God, that you hope there have been cross-country skiers in front of you.
At 3,597 feet, Pillsbury Mountain is the Adirondacks’ 82nd-highest peak, which puts it on the to-do list of hikers on a mission to climb the Hundred Highest.
I’d often heard Weller Pond described as a quiet oasis off Middle Saranac Lake—a place where you can find ducks and loons and two lovely islands, Tick and Toc—but I never paddled there until this fall, just as the leaves were changing.
A mother, daughter, father and son burst out of the woods, beaming. We take this as a good sign.
I considered, for a time, not climbing Street and Nye. I’d heard rumors of others who had done the same—not climbed them. Famous Adirondack guides and writers. What was the point of climbing them anyway? Just to get a Forty-Sixer patch?
I’m a bit late hitting the trail, and that has me worried. I’m supposed to meet my friend Steve at the Colvin Brook lean-to, and I have more than 40 miles to go. Fortunately, our scheduled rendezvous—at noon on Monday—is three days away.
Mark Bowie shares his favorite flatwater trips By Mark Bowie Fall on flatwater in the Adirondacks: There’s no place I’d rather be than on a wild pond or stream reflecting the reds, yellows and oranges of the season. Of course, there are enough waterways in the Adirondacks to fill a lifetime of exploration, but here…
It’s a beautiful summer day on top of Cook Mountain. The sky is a vivid blue, and the sun is blazing bright.
It’s a fine day for a ramble: blue sky, shirt-sleeve temperature, and no bugs to drive us batty or hasten our molluscan pace.
To describe my family as hikers might be a bit of a stretch. True, we've hiked in the arid deserts of Arizona and trekked along the rim of the Grand Canyon. But most of our big hikes have been inside National Parks, along well-groomed trails where the elevation change is minimal.