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.
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.
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 south, more or less following the tributaries of the St. Lawrence River, into the...
Whitehall is a natural spot for the event, because the area is a hotbed of reported Bigfoot activity.
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.
Harold Hochschild’s most enduring contribution to the world might be his least known: the repurposing of Eagle’s Nest into Blue Mountain Center.
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?
During what feels like mounting tumult beyond the Blue Line, I need the Adirondacks. And I’m not alone.
Lost hikers, splintered bones and wildfires—a forest ranger reflects on more than two decades of coming to the rescue. Plus the oldest tavern in the Adirondacks, a trip through James Bond’s Lake George, and new energy in Schroon Lake.
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