
August 2019


Lean-to Etiquette
Forest ranger Megan McCone monitors 50,000 acres of state land, including parts of Saranac Lake Wild Forest and all o...

Close Encounters of the Lean-to Kind
My father loved fishing and would go anywhere, by any means, to fish in new places. My mother, not so much. Many year...

Sheltered Past
In 1869, four years after the end of the Civil War, hundreds of men and women from Boston and New York headed to the ...

Chagall in Cranberry Lake
Reviled as a “degenerate” by the Nazis, celebrated by the Paris art world and investigated for suspected Communist ti...

Olympic Flames?
It is early in the morning, a day after the Notre-Dame fire in Paris, and I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about ...

Behind the Music
Recently, a historian friend known for sleuthing regional nuggets found the album Old Time and Jugband Music by a gr...

Adi-rookie
I admit it was a bit of an ambush. “Make a loon call,” I commanded my friend Maria, shoving my phone up to her mouth ...

Kindervolk
The keg had been tapped, the morning’s firewood–stacking conga line completed, and the day’s festivities were well un...

Birding with Teddy Roosevelt
The hermit thrush is a compact bird, a snowball with big eyes topped with feathers the color of sugar-maple bark dapp...

Planes and Pancakes
Most summer mornings on Piseco Lake, you’ll hear only natural sounds: lapping waves, twittering birds, the occasional...

The Long View
Growing up among the woods and waters of Long Lake, the Hosley brothers’ heads always swirled with notions of worldly...
