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Comforts of home in a wild setting By Robin Ambrosino The first person I spoke to at Garnet Hill Lodge’s ski shop said, “Oh, no. You’re not going to tell everyone about our little spot, are you?” She was joking, for the most part, but this place does have the feel of a well-kept secret.…
Let’s face it, there comes a time when some of us figure out that we aren’t going to become 46ers. Not in this lifetime. I come to that realization when I find myself ad-mitting that I am only a 2er—a 3er, if you count climbing Marcy twice. By Elisabeth Merrett
Most of the tourists have gone, but the loons haven't. Their eerie calls echo off the hills, and the yellows, golds and oranges of the changing leaves reflect off the water, so each time you dip your paddle, you set in motion a swirl of color. Ah, the fall is a great time to canoe. Of course, it's also a great time to hike. No matter how good the view is from a summit in summer, it's always better when the forest is awash with autumn hues. So what's an outdoors lover to do? That's easy: both. By Phil Brown ...
Looking for a laid-back jaunt along streams, through the woods and over a mostly open ridge? A hike that offers some of the best views of the popular High Peaks, yet is well removed from the crowds that frequent them? By Dick Beamish
In summer and early fall, the High Peaks are often packed with visitors, especially on weekends. Many climbers want a bit of solitude to spice their mountain treks, and that means escaping the beaten track. By Brain Mann
Journal of a canoeist lost in a wilderness idyll By Brian Mann Since coming to the Adirondacks, I’ve been hearing about the classic canoe route that begins on the Bog River Flow and winds through the Five Ponds Wilderness toward Cranberry Lake. This section of the Park contains some of the most remote forests and…
Go play outside! A family discovers the joy of hiking in Adirondacks By Joanne McFadden “It’s a big mountain,” said my 7-year-old, Morgan. No, she wasn’t talking about Marcy, Whiteface or any other High Peak. The big mountain was Kane, whose 2,180-foot summit is less than a mile from the road. It was the perfect…
It was a day of perfect late-summer colors: blue sky, green grass, gold-tinged leaves and fluorescent purple shirts. Well, not all of them were wearing purple shirts. By Phil Brown
We had lots to do that weekend. My daughters, Sara and Mor-gan, had just started school and came home with a list of things we needed to buy. The house was suffering from the lazy days of summer and begged for a good cleaning. But on such a glorious September day, we thought it would be shameful to stay inside. By Joanne McFadden
We introduced our two children to the Adirondacks at an early age. At first, we took them to beaches with just enough toys, food, drink and sunblock to last the day. We always arrived home in time for dinner. Eventually, it dawned on us that we might be missing out on something. By Jeff Nadler