Although the arrival of the spring season has come and gone, it appears the winter season will continue to maintain command over the local landscape, with a deep snowpack in the woods, and chilly temperatures in the air.
A boat show that is hosted in a dome for all-weather comfort, is set to open Friday March 27 featuring event discounts, prizes and a wide array of watercraft accessories.
As has been my custom for more than a decade or so, I recently spent another fine, March day traveling down Schroon Lake way in order to attend the annual Adirondack Sportsman’s Dinner.
Recently, while watching our family dog toss his stuffed toy around the room, I wondered if he was simply playing, or actually refining his hereditary hunting skills.
North Country winters are normally long and cold. That’s the way it is here. But last year, and now this frigid season, however, things are way out of control.
Last weekend, I witnessed a fairly large bird repeatedly attack a group of smaller birds at my feeder.
It may not seem like spring will ever get here, but in time, Lake Champlain will thaw and pose a potential danger. Ice fishermen, dog walkers, cross country skiers and cold water wanderers of all sorts, can become victims if they break through thawing or rotten ice.
In last week’s column, I referred to the process of rewilding our youth, in the same manner we rewilded our lands.
The Beatles did a song a while back called Day Tripper, if you are lucky, you can listen to it on your way to one of the following programs.
I suppose it’s one of the most common afflictions of age, and it likely explains our unrelenting desire to return to familiar, natural surroundings.
Currently, the Adirondack Park remains the largest state protected area in the contiguous United States.
Minus 18 degrees was displayed on the console of the truck when my cohort picked me up for the trip.
As I pen this week’s column on a cold Feb. 1 morning, there is a slight chill in the air. The thermometer reads -8 F, and a stiff wind is blowing in hard from the west. The sun is shining and the scene is idilic.
After being asked to describe his 60-plus year career as an Adirondack guide, the late Tony Deepe of Lake George claimed simply, “It’s been a good life.”
As I peer out the back porch window, there are thick frost flowers clouding my view.