The Ausable River in Wilmington is not a gentle stream. Its rocks are smooth and rounded from centuries of glacial and hydraulic polishing, and when you wade into it, each step requires a negotiation—a slow transfer of weight, a reading of the current with your feet, your legs, your whole body.
“I love Algonquin,” says Reverend Philip Allen. “I’d like to do that again. It’s all business and the views are great, and it’s the first mountain I ever did. I did go up barefoot at that time. That was 1958.”
It’s a rite of passage to take a photo of National Park signs at the entrance. But what about the iconic Entering Adirondack Park signs?
It’s a soggy March afternoon. The sky spits rain and the roads are slushy, lined in dirty snowdrifts. But inside Jim and Parmelee Tolkans’ Lake Placid living room—more an atrium, with its floor-to-ceiling windows and potted trees—it’s cozy and bright. Panza the Corgi...
Celebrate the cozy season with a centuries-old stagecoach stop decked out for the holidays, plus snowshoeing destinations, tales of big-hearted hermits and more.
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