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Perhaps you’ve heard of Richard Louv’s best-selling book Last Child in the Woods, in which he laments that modern kids grow up cut off from the natural world. By Phil Brown
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Perhaps you’ve heard of Richard Louv’s best-selling book Last Child in the Woods, in which he laments that modern kids grow up cut off from the natural world. By Phil Brown
For the first time ever this year, whitewater paddlers have enjoyed the right to plunge through the Ausable Chasm in the northeastern Adirondacks, testing their skills against waterfalls and rapids that had been off-limits. By Brian Mann
It’s a glorious Saturday morning when we head out to see Blue Ledge, a three-hundred-foot marble cliff in the Hudson Gorge that is expected to be added to the public Forest Preserve in the not-too-distant future. By Winnie Yu
What goes up must come down. But not always easily. Take Tower of Power, a spicy, twenty-five-foot route at the Nine Corners bouldering ground in the southern Adirondacks. By Alan Wechsler
Fortunately, the minor disasters that seem to plague most of our outdoor adventures occurred early in our bike trip. By Ethan Rouen ...
The feel of sweat rising on the brow from honest exertion is motivation enough for some to take a hike, but most folks set out with another goal in mind... By Jack Ballard
By Phil Brown
If you find yourself in the Stillwater region, you might want to get a jump on the future by following a new trail to the fire tower on Stillwater Mountain. By Phil Brown
A few quick strokes with the paddle draw me out from the Port Kent beach, my kayak threading through the tar-black pilings of the ferry dock. By Brian Mann
In winter, this place would be crawling with skiers. But on a weekday morning in August, I’m nearly alone, or so it seems. By Alan Wechsler
Whenever I drove past Poke-O-Moonshine Mountain and saw rock climbers clinging to the cliffs, often hundreds of feet above the ground, I used to say to myself, “Look at those nuts.” By Phil Brown