Category: High Peaks

Author’s Note: This story was published in The Adirondack Almanack’s December 3, 2021, online edition.      It was getting late. Time measured by the near empty whiskey bottle and battalion of “dead soldier” beer bottles standing in neatly rowed formation on the floor in one corner of the cabin....

“Beware! He’s Watching.” **********      His ears suddenly perked up. He lifted his head, put his nose to the air. He could smell it almost as soon as he heard the boat’s engine cut off.      “Humans.” His keen nose soon confirmed it.  The mixed aroma of campfire smoke,...

“It’s not buried treasure’s job to be we where we look. It’s the treasure hunter’s job to go find it.” ********** ************** Until Our Trails Cross Again: Happy Hunting! ADKO...

Author’s Note: I never know when or how a story or verse will arrive. They always seem to appear out of nowhere and catch me off guard. This poem originally came to me while I was standing in my kitchen making a big pot of wild turkey soup, which...

Author’s Note: I don’t consider myself a poet. I don’t seek them out. Sometimes, however, they still seem to find me. This one came in pieces, like fall’s falling leaves, on my last fall duck hunting trip of the season, up north to Middle Saranac Lake via South Creek....

Somewhere Out There Beyond All Worry And Strife Exists A parallel Universe Where Dreams Are Reality Where Baseball Is Life ***** Somewhere Out There Exists An Alternate World Where Imagination Sprints Onto The Field Where I’m Pitching Baseballs To The Roar Of The Crowd ***** Somewhere Beyond Anywhere Hometown...

“I SHALL LIVE OUT MY DAYS BEING TRUE TO MYSELF” ********** Until Our Trails Cross Again: ADKO...

An Adirondack Outlaw’s Confession: Where Truth & Fiction Join Forces to Outwit the Law “Sometimes An Outlaw’s Best Hideout Is Right in Plain Sight” ********** Saranac Lake, New York – 1978:       No one paid any attention to the slender blonde t-shirt clad teen walking casually down Woodruff Street,...

16 Years Ago, I Was Diagnosed Docs told me “It’s Cancer.” I Fought to Survive One Hard Year Later My Cancer Came Back Doc shook his head “It’s time to call Hospice.” I Refused to Just Die Back To the Wall, Only One Bullet Left “Salvage Surgery” They Called...

Moonlight shot of Middle Saranac Lake. From the beach near the Plymouth Rock inlet. September 2021...