From the Archives

Eden Without Snakes

The 1960s were a little late for an argument over whether Lake George belonged in the Adirondack Park. A major extension of the Blue Line had enfolded that lake, which Francis Park­man once called the most beautiful in America, as early as 1931. But old men have long memories.

The Adirondacks are big and diverse. It is no wonder that notions about the true Adirondack experience vary widely with place, time, and person. Kenneth Durant, who was 83 at the time of his death in 1972, had spent the summers of his youth at a family camp on one of the headwater lakes of the Raquette River. Ironically, this area might have become the Lake George of the central Adiron­dacks if trends started by senior mem­bers of the Durant family had continued beyond the turn of the century and fallen into hands of less discrimination and taste.

Charley’s Back Yard

A Chat with Charley

You may wonder what a graduate engineer is doing in a cabin all by himself back in the wilds of the Adi­rondacks. “Im doing what I always wanted to do since I was a little boy,” noted Charley in a conversa­tion we had at his cabin just three days before this issue went to press, “living in a cabin in the woods.” Unfortunately, the original log cabin is no more and the solitude of the woods is slowly vanishing. Charley is thinking of moving on, “maybe to Alaska, although that may be ruined in a few years.”

But it is not just the loss of his cabin or the increase in the number of campers each year that bothers Charley. It’s the frustration: “I have no authority to enforce the laws. People are chopping up picnic tables for firewood, littering the woods so fast that I can’t keep up with it, cutting live timber, and in general, destroying the woods. And then there are the hikers who head out on a trip with no map, no compass, and no idea of the dangers in the woods. I don’t know how they survive out in civilization.”

Dear Grace

Dear Grace

In the not-so-distant past, every hiker who sought to climb all 46 Adirondack High Peaks had to carefully document each ascent if they wanted recognition for the ordeal. After detailing the snowdrifts, birds, bugs and fellow hikers they saw along the way, they would put their account in the mail, addressed to Grace Hudowalski, who served decades as the 46er historian. Hudowalski was the first woman to climb every peak above 4,000 feet in the Adirondacks and was the first president of the Adirondack 46ers, a club formed in the 1940s. She would send aspirants back a note, offering encouragement and always ending her letter with a “Good Climbing” instead of a “Sincerely.” 

A Passionate Nature

A Passionate Nature

HAROLD WESTON was born on February 14, 1894, in Meri­on, Pennsylvania, but his real life began—according to the evidence of his memoir—when his father took him up Mount Marcy for the first time, at the age of nine. “Well I do remember the sound of the trees during that night, that sound pecu­liar to upper reaches of the timber line,” he wrote almost seventy years later.

One of the major figures in twentieth-cen­tury American art, Weston drew his inspira­tion from the Adirondacks and was compelled throughout his life to depict the images and sensations that struck him so vividly and aroused his deepest emotions. His experiments took him from landscapes and nudes, through portraits and still lifes, to abstract reflections on the universe in small things.

Miniature Golf in the Kingdom

Miniature Golf in the Kingdom

Miniature golf is a magical experience for a surprisingly large number of people. A lot of luck is involved in playing a round —otherwise youngsters wouldn’t be able to outscore their parents on any given day. Holes-in-one are far less than rare, judging from exclamations of triumph often overheard on all but the toughest courses.

Valentino and Me

Valentino and Me

Foxlair photograph courtesy of the Johnsburg Historical Society. Rambova and Valentino photographs from the Library of Congress I’ll admit it—I’m prone to irrational crushes. No, not on people. I fall hard for the places I pass on road trip after road trip, year after...

Lost

Lost

Jack Coloney was last seen on June 6, 2006. He vanished several days later in the Moose River Plains Wild Forest, one of the most remote yet accessible regions of the Adirondack Park.

Rights of Passage

Rights of Passage

Geography predestines the Adirondacks for small-boat travel. Twenty-eight hundred lakes and ponds, thousands of miles of rivers and streams radiating out from the axes of elevation, cross-grained in­terconnections — all constitute a boater’s paradise, as W.H.H. Murray called the region in 1869.

Upstairs/Downstairs at Sagamore

Upstairs/Downstairs at Sagamore

Word that Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt Sr. had gone down with the Lusitania when it was torpedoed by a German U-boat in May of 1915 shocked the staff at Sagamore Lodge, the Vanderbilts’ fifteen-hundred-acre Great Camp near Raquette Lake.

Arto Monaco and the Land of Makebelieve

Arto Monaco and the Land of Makebelieve

In the early 1950s, at a bend in the Ausable River near the foot of Ebenezer Mountain, Arto Monaco conceived and built a place he called Land of Makebelieve. There had never been anything quite like it. Less a "theme park" as we understand the term today than an...

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