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In his classic guidebook Adirondack Canoe Waters: North Flow, Paul Jamieson describes the Jordan River as a mysterious stream flowing through a wild land “where spruce-fir swamps are as hauntingly primitive and boreal as anything to be found in the Adirondacks today.”
A hike on the quiet side By Phil Brown Last September I did a solo end-to-end hike. The start and finish were several miles apart, and I had only one car. I’ve bicycled from one trailhead to the other in similar circumstances, but in this case, I neither cycled nor walked between trailheads. I know…
As you drive to Lens Lake, you get the feeling you are retreating from civilization. By Robin Ambrosino
It’s midweek, a gorgeous summer day, and I’m alone with my canoe on Quebec Brook. By Brian Mann
Exploring 3 lakes and a river By Christopher Angus The village of Blue Mountain Lake greets us in typically sleepy hamlet fashion. The big hotels of a hundred years ago are long gone. Most of the action today is near the top of the hill where the Adirondack Museum sits in regal splendor. But down…
It’s not often that you can paddle through the woods in a canoe, but we were looking forward to just such a magical adventure in mid-April, when the snowmelt and spring rains usually inundate the silver-maple floodplains along the Stony Creek Ponds outlet and the Raquette River. By Phil Brown
As Colin Loher leads the way up through thick birch and maple, his climbing gear chimes with each step. By Brian Mann
Every grizzled Adirondack old-timer in wool plaid and every nouveau-mountaineer in Gore-Tex who visits the new Boreal Life Trail at the Paul Smiths Visitor Interpretive Center is sure to come away with one clear impression: There’s nothing boring about the boreal life along this 1.1-mile walk. By Edward Kanze
If you’ve ever driven north on Route 30 through Speculator, you may have passed a gem of a river without realizing it. By Robin Ambrosino
Small waters offer solitude By Jeff Nadler We drove down the same dirt road that leads to the Flow, but this time we stopped at an unmarked pulloff. There were no other cars. We carried our canoe and gear along a half-mile path and soon beheld a wild expanse of water, with two small islands…