Category: Adirondack Adventures

Windblown trees, ducklings, bear dances & a local author fireside book review. A quiet week of reflection in camp on a remote mountain lake. Just sitting. Doing nothing. It’s not something I’m particularly good at. As anyone who knows me will attest, I’m a busy guy, always on the...

Everything Was Going According To Plan Until the Moment We Walked Into a Pickle ********** With six adult & two grandchild appetites gracing our camp’s picnic table, a two week family camping trip in a boat access only remote leanto site is no joke. Especially when it comes to...

Camping With Grandkids A Blue Ribbon Experience ********** On behalf of those who have, and for those who have not yet had the privilege, I can confidently on good authority say, being a grandparent & camping with grandkids is an absolute HOOT! Non-stop, filled with questions, adventures, discoveries, boundary...

Just Another Day in Camp Life on Middle Saranac Lake Canoed back into Bull Rush Bay late Sunday afternoon after the windstorm. I rowed my Zen boat down from South Creek to spend a couple more days in camp with my brother. The weather was calm, muggy and warm...

A Tornado-like wind event tears through Middle Saranac Lake Saturday, June 20th: My brother Ray watching from a safe distance as the DEC crew clears blowdown from Middle Saranac Lake’s site 63 after Ray rode out Thursday’s extreme wind event alone with his dog Pepper in the Bull Rush...

Giant Bullfrogs Trigger Memories of St. Regis Pond I was out in my Monroe Wildlife Area for my mid morning walk when a creature lurking in one of my ponds made me stop in my tracks. It was a gigantic bullfrog, at least five inches long. As it sat...

He drifted into town one day from no one quite knew where. A roguishly handsome young man claiming to be an aspiring writer. A bit vauge as to his own origins, his accent was difficult to place. No one could pinpoint quite where he was from. Not an unusual...

Exploring the uncharted high peaks wilderness terrain of AI. Yes, I know. A crusty old Adirondack Outlaw hack of a writer is the last person that anyone, myself included, would ever in a million millenniums expect to find penning a piece about artificial intelligence. And yet here I am....

A Limerick Collection There once lived a lumberjack named Lefty Leroux Whose proper first name wasn’t Lefty but Lou One night Lou drained his flask Had a fight with his axe Rendering his right handed digits too few ********** One of the many exercises I’ve enjoyed throughout my career...

He awoke well before dawn. No alarm clock required. Because every black & gold tabbed Roger’s Rangers desciple has Standing Order #15 : “Don’t sleep beyond dawn. Dawn’s when the French & Indians attack”, hard wired into them. But it wasn’t musket bearing foreign maurauders or tribal war parties...