For Nichole Gerding, proprietress of Thankful Sage Farm School, in Willsboro, seasonal planning guides her way of life. From household to homeschooling, work and recreation, Gerding brings 18th- and 19th-century practices and sensibilities into the 21st century.
February 2023
For the Record: Uncovering the Stories of Black Pioneers
I knew much more about the ecology of Walden Pond than about Thoreau’s connection to abolitionism, but that would soon change. Re-reading Thoreau led me to the story of John Brown, a tragically misunderstood Adirondacker who gave his life to liberate people of color from bondage.
Zero to Jackrabbit: Taking on a Legendary Adirondack Trail
What challenge could you present that tricky knees and rising blood pressure could overcome? What would get the spirit racing toward a goal while also providing opportunity for a comfortable bed at day’s end?
Henry Beach and the Art of Deception
The first version of Photoshop was issued in 1990, but the art and craft of manipulating photographs has existed since the invention of photography. Two or more images might be captured on the same negative. A man’s mustache or beard might be trimmed or a woman outfitted with earrings on negatives with a fine paintbrush. The cheeks of tintype portraits might be dabbed with a touch of blush. Photographs were manipulated for political or ideological reasons. Sometimes doctored versions were contrived just for fun.
The Upside Down: Introducing Another Lake Placid
Lake Placid is the most wonderful town in the world,” says Giggles. “The people here are so friendly and giving—talking about it, I get tears in my eyes.” The 78-year-old, aka Sandy Pelski, graduated from the first clown class at Toby’s Clown Foundation and School, in Lake Placid, Florida, three decades ago.
To the Rescue
North Country weather has always been a wild ride of ups and downs, and climate change hasn’t made it any easier to predict—just ask the loons.
Avalanche Safety 101
Social media images show you the good stuff. That arcing spray of white powder against a bluebird sky, fronting a glimmer of color, offering assurance that there’s a skier back there somewhere, kicking up this brilliant curtain of virgin snow while plummeting down an Adirondack slide.














