Tag: Outdoors

An SLHS ’81 Classmate Collaboration Featuring the World Class Eagle Photography of Peggy Ivimey Framed with Words by Dick Monroe ********** In A Land Beyond Lands Beyond Times Born Before Nature’s Habitat Heritage Filled with Legends and Lore Mountain Lake Magic Gateway to God’s Door Pristine High Peaks Palace...

Sometimes Against All Odds Nature’s New Life Prevails ********** I’ve spent the past thirty plus years working to bring. our family’s old farm lot back to life. One major component of that effort through the years has been slowly adding a network of ponds. Robin & I added our...

I might be crazy Folks may think I’m insane Watching my winter’s raindrop chats Be that as it may I’ve discovered one truth Through ebb and flow of life’s time The secret to fathoming Lifequest dreams and desires Is to walk winter’s water Sharing hope with the rain **********...

Plus other recent Paw Patrol happenstances at our family’s Watertown snow fortress. Featuring: Gypsy Rose      Gypsy Rose and I have encountered some very strange happenings lately during Paw Patrols at our family’s north country snow fortress.      First of all, there was a mysterious murder. Who Killed Stanley...

It’s An Age-Old Question: “How Much Wood Could a Woodchuck Chuck If a Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood?”      It’s a mystery I’ve been pondering since I was a lad.  I’ve dedicated a lifetime of serious research and study seeking to answer to this question. I’ve chucked my own fair...

To Hell with Diamonds & Pearls When a North Country Man Loves a Woman He buys her Patagonia And Snowshoes ********** Until Our Trails Cross Again: ADKO Wife Stylin’...

Surviving a Christmas Blizzard North Country Style A Lake Effect Snowstorm Flashback           I’m a north country boy. I’ve lived here all my life. I grew up in Saranac Lake, served my country with 10th Mountain at Fort Drum, where I met and married my wife. We bought our...

      He sat perched on a flat, sloping, moss-covered boulder at the edge of a cliff, overwatching the hardwood forest below him. The hunter scanned predawn silence through late October’s mid-fall morning mist.      The year was 1981, more than a decade before cell phones. A time when hunters...

On the northern shores of Middle Saranac Lake Between Weller and Eden Rests a remote rock rimmed boulder bay Biding time’s weathered seasons Beyond lonely wail of coyote and loon Made legend by Reben Beware Hungry Bay’s windswept whitecap howl Stalking doomed souls it feasts on **********      It...

If that’s not an official holiday, it oughta’ be! Well! This is it! Saturday is October 1st. The time of year every hunter has been waiting for. In New York State, October ushers in the opening of bow season, fall turkey and duck hunting, as well as most small...