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Osgood as it gets By Phil Brown You’re never far from the madding crowd as you paddle down the Jones Pond outlet to Osgood Pond. It just feels that way. The outlet is the first leg of an enchanting canoe trip that has a little bit of everything: meandering streams, big ponds, small ponds, even…
When we got to the top of Hadley Mountain, the weather was nearly perfect: blue skies, little wind, mild temperatures. Below us, Great Sacandaga Lake lay stretched out in the sun.
by Phil Brown How do you know you’re in Old Forge? A. In the 10 minutes you spend at the trailhead lacing up your boots and stepping into your cross-country skis, a dozen snowmobiles pass by. B. All the conversations you overhear at Walt’s Diner after skiing have to do with snowmobiles. C. As you…
The central Adirondacks is full of intriguing intermediate ski tours, many of which deposit you at one end of a beautiful, frozen lake, with the promise of a thrilling but not death-defying descent.
Explore the Vista Trail near Fourth Lake for a snowshoe adventure, featuring Bald Mountain's summit views and forested landscapes.
The ultimate Adirondack backcountry ski tour from Adirondak Loj to Tahawus, weaving through the stunning High Peaks Wilderness.
Not every classic stands the test of time—not when the public’s tastes keep changing. For nearly a decade, cross-country enthusiasts have relied on Tony Goodwin’s Classic Adirondack Ski Tours for advice on where to ski in the Adirondack Park.
Gorge’s vistas worth the work By Phil Brown Is this it? I can hear the river. I can see the mountains on the opposite side of the Hudson Gorge. But I don’t see OK Slip Falls. Maybe this is the wrong spot or maybe the falls dried up in the recent drought. It’s not uncommon…
By Phil Brown The other day I received in the mail a slim book of verse titled Sightings of the Eagle and Other Adirondack Poems. The author, Bud Church, rhapsodizes about his adventures on Osgood Pond, including seven eagle sightings in recent years. I’m no poet, and I know it, so I don’t intend to…
By Phil Brown I’m standing on the shore of Bumps Pond, listening to an evening chorus of frogs and debating whether to climb Erebus Mountain—named for the dark netherworld in Greek mythology, the antechamber of hell. And that’s exactly where I’m afraid I’ll end up. I’ve been hiking more or less continuously for 6½ hours…