What if a large lake stood between you and the trail you wanted to hike? That is exactly the situation at Big Moose in the western Adirondacks.
EXPLORE! Second Pond near Gore Mountain
Second Pond is a little-known body of water tucked away behind Gore Mountain. Given its proximity to a popular tourist destination, it is surprising that relatively few people know of the pond’s existence.
EXPLORE! Moxham Mountain
Moxham is a multi-peaked mountain that straddles the Essex-Warren county line. At about 2441 feet in elevation, it is well off the list of the highest summits in the park—actually, its highest point is just about even with quite a few ponds in the central highlands.
The Wild West vs. the Reserved North
Almost any kind of backcountry experience in Algonquin requires some kind of permit. You need to reserve campsites and parking spots. In addition, since Algonquin is such a popular destination, you need to make plans well in advance.
Ode to the Adirondacks
Saikat Chakraborty provides a poetic photo essay–words and images to illustrate one person’s connection to a majestic place.
The Forces of Nature
Black River Wild Forest, Blue Ridge Wilderness, Ha-de-ron-dah Wilderness, High Peaks Wilderness, Hoffman Notch Wilderness, Round Lake Wilderness, Sentinel Range Wilderness, Siamese Ponds Wilderness, Silver Lake Wilderness, West Canada Lake Wilderness, Wilcox Lake Wild Forest, William C. Whitney Wilderness
No commentary. No words. Just images of places in the Adirondacks where the only forces at work are natural ones.
The Hunter of Frogs
She was a pit bull, a tough dog by her own estimation and not one to pass up an adventure. The Hunter of Frogs, the Chewer of Sticks, the Champion of Tug-of-War, a dog with an 0-for-3 score to settle with the porcupines. But here she was being undone by half a mile of ice.
All the Places I Have Never Been
Writer/photographer Bill Ingersoll shares a memorable experience from a snowshoe hike on New Years Day 2009.
The Glory of Fall in the Adirondacks
If there is one time of the year that I wish would last much longer, it’s the period from mid-September through mid-October. The lack of bugs, the cool days and cooler nights, the brilliant sunshine and the crisp moonlit forests — these are all the things that form the roots of life’s deepest pleasures.
A Message to the Adirondack Wilderness Community
When I moved to Upstate New York in 2013, acquaintances kept telling me about the Adirondacks, how magical they are, with their steep-sided mountains and layers of forest, mirror-calm lakes and clear-flowing creeks; bears, moose, loons. Having lived most of my adult life in the West and coming to New York from interior Alaska, I was skeptical, but hopeful. Could there really be such a large protected area in the Eastern U.S.?
The Company I Keep
As he ate the moose slowly moved toward shore, unperturbed by his mucky environment, his ears occasionally flicking away a nuisance fly. From what I could make out through the camera’s viewfinder his bulbous nose spent much time in the water. Then he would lift his head up, displaying his broad rack like hands splayed in supplication. They looked ponderous, an evolutionary over-indulgence, even if I already knew that evolution had produced much larger racks on other cervids lost to extinction.