From the Archives

Google “floating picnic table” and it’s easy to fall into a rabbit hole, chasing one link after another to curiouser ...

Nearly everyone can name a place or two or, if they’re lucky, three, that for them is like no other. Those are the pl...

Spike Pulitzer (1941–2013) was a paradox, even to those who knew him well. He was complex yet simple, tough but tende...

Jack Coloney was last seen on June 6, 2006. He vanished several days later in the Moose River Plains Wild Forest, one...

I began to wonder what kind of camping trip this was shaping up to be when the guys I’d met just hours earlier tapped...

I choose to believe it was him. The rest of the details are foggy, but what I remember clearly is his backpack pullin...

Foxlair photograph courtesy of the Johnsburg Historical Society. Rambova and Valentino photographs from the Library o...

My father loved fishing and would go anywhere, by any means, to fish in new places. My mother, not so much. Many year...

Among the great camps, peaked roofs and proud lodges of the Adirondack Park, an early modernist work by one of Americ...

Lake Luzerne, May or June, 1969: We always ate breakfast at Walt's Country Corner Restaurant. Walt, a gnomish Dane, b...

You are a college student from Albany, or a doctor from Montreal, or the mother of an athlete playing in a hockey tou...

The four corners in Stony Creek meet at the crossing of two roads to nowhere. One peters out among the hunting camps ...