As a Gen-Xer—a demographic that often has trouble leaving our teenage angst and cynicism back with the oversized flannels and ripped jeans of the late 20th century—I generally maintain a rolling-my-eyes attitude toward ghost stories. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get spooked from time to time.
October 2022
This Former Church in Black Brook Now Tends to More Earthly Needs
The biblical Saint Matthew, who abruptly walked off his job at a customs house to follow the Lord, knew a thing or two about career changes. So perhaps it’s fitting that Michelle and Rob Timmons would put their respective vocations on the back burner to purchase the St. Matthew’s Catholic Church building in Black Brook and convert it into a general store.
The Standoff: What Really Happened at Moss Lake
Thomas Delaronde Tiohkwanóiron and his family were the last to leave Moss Lake in 1977. In the early hours of the morning on May 13, 1974, a convoy of Native Americans from the Kahnawake and Akwesasne Mohawk reservations in Quebec crossed the border and made their way...
Whitehall’s Sasquatch Festival Is a Big, Hairy Deal
Whitehall is a natural spot for the event, because the area is a hotbed of reported Bigfoot activity.
Into the Storm: The Pleasure and Pain of Hiking Through Anything
When I hike in spring or fall, and even what might be considered summer in places other than the Adirondacks, I always carry hats, gloves, rain pants, rain jacket, hand and foot warmers, head lamp, Band-Aids, extra socks, an extra fleece, extra food, and too much water.
How a Blue Mountain Lake Great Camp Became an Artists’ and Activists’ Retreat
Harold Hochschild’s most enduring contribution to the world might be his least known: the repurposing of Eagle’s Nest into Blue Mountain Center.
The Extraordinary Life and Work of Julian Reiss
There are lives so well lived, and Julian Reiss lived such a life, that the most basic question is the most difficult to answer: where to begin?
How the Adirondacks Gives Us Hope in Hard Times
During what feels like mounting tumult beyond the Blue Line, I need the Adirondacks. And I’m not alone.















