On a typical summer evening the Cranberry Lake Biological Station has a quiet hum of activity: ecology students at work, a loon call and perhaps the thwack of volleyball. But tonight it echoes with the sounds of the water drum, the hiss of shakers, the clacking of...
Guide to the Great Outdoors 2013
A Merman’s Tale
I was swimming north, tracing that line where the cliffs plunge into the green-black depths, imagining mermen. No, not mermen—lakemen, murkmen, rough, gruff freshwater dudes with bits of old rope dangling from their clackety zebra-mussel beards.









