Picture this: the first light of dawn painting the sky as the lakes and ponds come alive with the promise of a new catch. In these waters, every moment holds the potential for a new adventure. As the sun sets, casting a golden glow over the landscape, and the moon rises,  the stage is set for an unforgettable fishing experience. But where to begin? Fear not, for hidden within the tranquility of these waters lie secrets awaiting discovery. From the shelter of downed trees to the lily pads, from the weed edges to the presence of a dock, each "fishy" spot is a doorway to excitement. These are the structures that our fish LOVE. So, grab your gear, embrace the call of the wild, and embark on a journey to unlock fishing in the Adirondacks!

Fish Species to Explore

Small and Largemouth Bass

When it comes to freshwater fishing, few species are as prized as the small and largemouth bass. These predators offer exciting fishing battles.  Smallmouth bass prefer rocky habitats in depths ranging from 5 to 35 feet, while largemouth bass are often found lurking around the edges of weed beds. To increase your chances of success, vary your depth and target areas with irregularities like points, drop-offs, or submerged structures.

Brook Trout 

For anglers seeking a challenge, few experiences rival the pursuit of brook trout. These elusive beauties are known for their vibrant colors and spirited fights. To find them, seek out covers such as submerged logs or the edges of bogs, where they can hide from predators while waiting for unsuspecting prey. Don't be afraid to explore the entire pond, as brook trout also are found cruising in open waters. Did you know there are so many different types of trout! 11 in North America alone! 

Northern Pike

As the dog days of summer arrive, it's time to set your sights on the northern pike. These apex predators thrive in the depths of lakes, particularly in areas with thick underwater vegetation known as "cabbage patches." Late August is prime time for pike fishing, so gear up and get ready for an adrenaline-pumping adventure.

Top Lakes for Angling Adventures

Schroon Lake

We all know Schroon Lake but did you know it offers a diverse range of fishing opportunities? From lake trout to smallmouth bass, this picturesque destination has something for everyone. It has access points at both ends of the lake and is perfect for loading and unloading your boats. Boat launches include Schroon Lakes' on Dock St and the southern tip in Pottersville. If you’d rather fish from shore that's not a problem both have shoreline and dock areas for you to fish from!

Paradox Lake

Located just a few miles from Schroon Lake, Paradox Lake beckons with its tranquil waters and abundant fish populations. Anglers can target species like lake trout, rainbow trout, and smallmouth bass amidst beautiful scenery. Accessible via DEC Paradox Lake Campground, this gem promises unforgettable fishing experiences year-round.

Lake Harris

Lake Harris boasts a rich diversity of fish species and stunning views. Whether you're after northern pike or walleye, this expansive lake offers endless possibilities for anglers of all skill levels. With convenient access points and ample parking at the public boat launch on Beach rd,  it's easy to embark on your fishing adventure.

Balfour Lake

Tucked away in a secluded corner between Minerva and Newcomb, Balfour Lake offers a peaceful retreat for anglers seeking solitude and serenity. While shoreline fishing is limited, adventurous souls can launch canoes or kayaks from the state access point to explore the lake's waters. With a bit of luck and patience, you may even reel in a trophy trout or bullhead to brag about back home.

Fresh Bait!

Fresh bait can be found at local gas stations along the way or you can stop in at Cloudsplitter Outfitters in Newcomb or Schroon Lake Bait and Moore for live bait and local tips on fishing around the area! 

*Be sure to have your fishing license and gear with you! The 2024 Free Fishing Days are June 29-30, September 28, and November 11.

The Adirondacks are rich in fishing opportunities! Spend a day outdoors and enjoy the scenery. Afterward, make your way into town and enjoy a delicious meal. May I suggest....fish and chips? 

When it comes to exploring there isn’t much I won’t do to find that hidden gem or secluded view, and in doing so I sometimes don’t use my best judgement. Of course most days start out with a solid plan, and that plan usually works out to be a good one and we go with it, BUT...

Simply put, the winter of 2016 has not been all that predictable and snow conditions have varied quite a bit. We had a plan to head south of Schroon Lake, back into the Lake George Region for this little outing. The peaks we eyed weren’t far from Schroon Lake, so the drive was an easy one and we quickly found ourselves at the Deer Leap Trailhead, our meeting spot.

Arriving in the Lake George Wild Forest

Back to the plan: We were going to hike up and over a couple of mountains and finish off on Bloomer Mountain, which is right near our meet-up spot. Once we started going to the other trailhead we found out it was not plowed and this would add some distance to our hike. I decided rather than rush the day, which was getting older, we would instead venture up onto Indian Mountain and maybe over toward Spruce Mountain if things went OK.

Parking the car along the end of the plowed section of Split Rock Road, we started our trek. We left the snowshoes in the car, placing high hopes that the thick January crust layer would suffice. There was a wonderful contrast between the sky and the snow, and the projected heat of the day was starting to settle in. We arrived swiftly for the meeting at Jabe Pond Road, which was the other road we had hoped would be plowed.

Continuing down Jabe Pond Road on foot, we crossed a hollow and started to climb to a height-of-land. This was our leap-off point for Indian Mountain. This Native American inspired mountain was certain to please as we pondered the rock opening in front of us. We scramble up the slopes, out onto the open rock, and within a couple minutes of leaving the road we were rewarded with an outstanding view of Lake George and the Green Mountains of Vermont. Perched high above the valley we soaked it all in. The sun was starting to soften the snow and we started to leak as well, so removing a layer or two was in perfect order.

The remaining distance to the summit of Indian was not overwhelming in the least, and along the way we happened to enjoy additional small views in all directions. This summit consisted of a narrow ridgeline with gnarly trees dotting its slopes, a unique atmosphere indeed. Views became slightly screened but we could see our surroundings as the irregular system of mountains they were. We wanted more.

Beavers love the mountains too

Due to our rapid ascent of Indian Mountain we had time to head over toward Spruce Mountain, but upon further inspection of our map the summit seemed to rest on easement lands. It was unclear if those easement lands were open to the public for recreation (come to find out later they don't appear to be). Nevertheless, we would head in that direction and follow the col out back to the car if need be. During our steep descent off of Indian we gandered at Spruce and noticed an open rock wall with stellar viewing potential well below the summit and well within the state land boundary. We decided to go for it.

The descent continued to be steep, then ridiculously steep, and then a sheer drop. We didn’t expect such conditions on this little guy but with the unexpected comes the adventure. We navigated the top of the cliffs with care and precision, and then eventually we found a safe opening down. The col in between these two peaks of the Lake George Wild Forest was nothing short of breathtaking. A beaver clan had made a small village down there and the flowage looked deep beneath the sheet of ice. I am not a fan of walking on ice, even when I know it is safe enough for a truck, but a truck doesn’t have the luck I tend to have on frozen liquids.

I hugged the shore as I passed over beaver canals and dead trees. Around each bend its openness and picturesque settings were worthy of nothing less than two dozen pictures. I think Jim’s camera caught on fire at one point. Finally I reached a beaver dam — the one causing all my mental chaos — whose structure I trusted. As the ice cracked along the side from my weight prying up on the sticks, I knew I had made the right choice. Jim, on the other hand, didn’t like the security of solid ground and used the ice for a final section. We could hear the cracks beneath him, disconcerting as it was. Clenched up he hurried to shore, dry this time.

Some of the best views around

We had a steep climb ahead of us, and as the cliffs started to grow closer and closer the terrain began to become an ‘all-fours’ ordeal. We looked ahead to see if we could find a shoot through the rock structure or if we would have to go around. My sense of adventure found a small possibility and we went for it.

Upon wary footing on steep, frozen slopes we slowing reached what looked like an ideal spot from below. I now doubted my intentions. My full winter pack was pulling me back as I fought to get purchase with my boots. Only a small lip aided me in this and that was not all that promising or secure. My camera bag at my hip hindered me and pushed me back from the rock shelf, leaving me unbalanced. I had to remove it. I handed it to Jim, whose property value was a simple foot hold on a tree root. He was not so enthusiastic either. I am not a rock climber, nor do I pretend to be one, but at times the adventure of a tough scramble clouds my good decision. A slip would have meant the production of a Jimbo pancake and a steep tumble of tens of feet to the valley below. A tumble for which I would be truly sore for days, one for which I avoided as I finally had enough grip to push off and step up to a secure location.

It was now Jim’s turn; he would have none of that. He handed up my camera case using our trekking poles and began walking the base of the cliffs looking for a smarter approach to the top. I continued on to complete two smaller scrambles, which were easy in comparison. Upon the rocky ridge I finished off my attack to gain the view, and what a view. Jim found a gully, loaded with snow and a gentle grade, that was a much easier approach than mine.

We hung around this rocky outcropping for nearly an hour with the sun warming our skin and the view warming our hearts. We listened to the raven cawing below us and off in the distance the rat-tat-tat of a woodpecker looking for food filled our ears. With hot beef bouillon inside me warming that portion of my body we had to head off.

We used the state land boundary to guide us off of the mountain. It was hard to locate in most areas, but we did our best not to intrude. Eventually it became easy to follow with tree harvesting right up to the boundary. We continued with moderate descents over welcoming footing, and then came the exit from the forest onto the unplowed portion of the back road. It was a flash for us as we arrived back to the car, grateful for what we were granted — not only wonderful views, but a safe return home. Our rambling in the woods had come to an end and we gabbed about returning for more adventures in the Lake George Wild Forest very soon.

There's plenty to quench your thirst for adventure in the Schroon Lake Region. Go horseback riding, snowmobiling, or downhill skiing!

Anywhere you go in the Adirondacks during summer is going to be great. Lakes, mountains, fields, and streams – it’s all great. But why settle for great when you could have spectacular? Schroon Lake is a small, unassuming mountain town located between Lake George and Lake Placid that provides the perfect summertime oasis. Schroon Lake’s options for water recreation are as rewarding as they are relaxing. Cruise on a motorboat, ride the tide of the wind in a sailboat, or paddle your own way on a kayak, canoe, or stand up paddleboard. I recently enjoyed my first Schroon Lake experience – so much so that I didn’t want to leave!

Beating the summer heat can be tough in the Adirondacks. With so few hot months, air conditioning isn’t always guaranteed. Instead of fighting the heat, I decided to embrace it and soak in the sun from the deck of a 20-foot pontoon boat. Schroon Lake Marina, located at the northern end of the lake, is a great resource for boat rentals. Their staff is very helpful and they guided me to a vessel that would suit my needs perfectly. Their flexible rental system allowed me to choose from several trip options, and due to my fair skin, I decided two hours on a boat was just long enough to relax and explore the lake without also toasting to a crisp.

After a thorough tutorial on how to use all of the boat’s gadgets (and drive it in general), my co-captain and I were off! Never having visited Schroon Lake before, we weren’t entirely sure what to expect. We maneuvered our way out of the channel with ease, turned a corner, and were stunned by the beautiful, expansive lake before us.

Immediately off to our left was a stretch of picturesque sandbars – the kind of thing I would normally expect to see on the Gulf of Mexico. The shallow waters were almost completely clear, perfect for the paddleboarders just learning to stand. We pointed the boat south down the lake and our curiosity and desire to explore kicked into high gear. With a small island in our sights, we pushed the boat into high speed.

All of my previous experience with boats had involved me propelling myself forward by using paddles. Getting behind the wheel of a motorboat for the first time was a lot of fun. While paddling holds a special place in my heart, getting to enjoy the sun and the lake with minimal physical effort was exactly what I was hoping for on a very hot day. The pontoon boat ended up being the perfect choice, too. It was so comfortable we kept referring to it as “our giant couch,” and it provided the perfect floating deck from which to enjoy a swim.

For a first-time captain, Schroon Lake was very easy to navigate. We explored bays, circled islands, and entertained ourselves with some excellent sight-seeing. In addition to the stunning mountain views, the elaborate lakeside camps, houses, and resorts lining the shores made for their own game of “I Spy.” I kept trying to decide on a favorite, but I eventually came to the conclusion that I would gladly take any one of them if it meant having access to Schroon Lake every day!

Not wanting to miss a thing, we went all the way to the southern end of the lake before parking the boat, cutting the motor, and jumping in for a swim. When it comes to clarity and temperature, no two Adirondack lakes are the same. Schroon Lake immediately landed itself at the top of my list of favorites. Clear, clean, and comfortably warm, the water was the perfect contrast to the hot air. After a couple fantastic belly flops off the boat (diving has never been my strong suit), we turned the boat on, the music up, and started cruising back to the marina.

Two hours on the lake went by in a flash, but it was long enough to induce that lazy summer day calm and give me a bit of a sun-kissed glow. We docked our boat back at the Schroon Lake Marina and headed into town to check out some of the things we had seen from the lake.

Downtown Schroon Lake was bustling with summer tourists and activity. We made our way to the Schroon Lake Town Beach, located minutes from the main street, and headed out onto the sand. I never thought northern lakes could have such pristine sand beaches! We had seen dozens from the boat, and had been enticed by the looks of them. Feeling the sand beneath my bare feet, meandering around the brightly colored sun umbrellas, and listening to the joyful squeals of children as they splashed in the water transported me to an entirely different place. If you had told me I had been picked up and dropped off in Florida, I would have believed you.

Right behind the beach, though, was an emerald green grassy hill, where families gathered around picnic baskets and children played on swings and slides. Everywhere we looked, it was like witnessing the perfect summer day.

After a while, sun-kissed and happy, we hit the road, knowing full well we would be back before long. We had discovered so much, we didn’t have time to experience it all in one day! Sticks & Stones Bistro and Bar is on my must-do list for next time, along with a trip to explore the nearby Natural Stone Bridge & Caves in Pottersville. I may even take advantage of some of the excellent Schroon Lake camping options so I have more than one day to experience and discover more of the Schroon Lake Region.

 

 

 

There isn’t anywhere I’d rather spend the summer than the Adirondacks. But perhaps what I love most about the region is that there’s no shortage of community events  — from local music to farmers markets and charitable events and causes. Last summer I had the chance to spend some time in one of the less explored areas: the Schroon Lake Region. While a bit off the map from where I grew up in Wilmington, the region is full of adventure and not short of beautiful landscapes. 

What to do! 

Schroon Lake might be one of the most beautiful places to watch the sunset, with the lake as the center point of town. The town does an incredible job bringing the community together over the summer — from the Fourth of July celebration, to folk music festivals, to farmers markets (almost all taking place on the water’s edge). 

Here’s a short list of events I’m looking forward to this summer:

4th of July Celebration

Schroon Lake has hosted “the Best Fourth in the North” for more than half a century. The day is all about community and starts off early with events that run until dark: there’s local bands and concerts, barbeques, charitable events, and of course traditional 4th festivities: a downtown parade and fireworks over the lake. Get there early and register for a 5k, or hangout on Main Street where local artists and crafters will have tents set up with plenty of good food and lively activities, from face painting to an obstacle course. 

Adirondack Folk Music Festival

The Adirondack Folk Music Festival takes place later in the summer in August and is open to the community. Folks are encouraged to bring a lawn chair or blanket and listen to live music on the lake, with local artists and musicians — groups like Phil Henry with Mitch Barron; Jeff Kimball and Atwater Donnelly; and Aubrey and Elwood. 

Adirondack Marathon Distance Festival

Another event I’m looking forward to is the Adirondack Marathon Distance Festival, also happening later in the summer. September 21, the first day of the festival, includes a 5k and 10k, as well as a 1K for the kids. It’s a great way to bring family and friends together for a fun challenge outdoors. On September 22, the marathon kicks off. Runners start downtown, run around the lake, and finish at the Schroon Lake Public Beach later in the day. 

These events are just the beginning! The Schroon Lake Region offers plenty of adventure on the lake, in the woods, and downtown. Start planning your trip today.

 

 

A summer morning

It was a warm, drippy, and muggy morning when I stepped onto the Roosevelt Truck Trail off Route 28N the other week. The trail – actually a grassy two-track — is a relatively easy hike for birders in search of boreal species, which is precisely why I was there. The rolling trail (reached 1.6 miles from the Boreas River Bridge and 3.7 miles south of the junction of 28N and Blue Ridge Road) initially rose through a mixed forest and I started my day’s list with Magnolia Warblers which seemed to be the most vocal of the warblers I found on the late summer day. I would soon add the likes of Nashville, Black-throated Blue, Black-throated Green, Black-and-white, Canada, and Northern Parula, along with quite a few others. 

Such a list is no surprise, as the truck trail is excellent for a wide variety of warblers, and it has even hosted Cape May Warblers during the summer, suggesting that they nest there. But it is perhaps more famous as a place to find boreal birds, and I have found species like Canada Jay and Boreal Chickadee there in the past. During this hike – which lasted a few hours – I didn’t note either of those species, but I kept encountering Black-backed Woodpeckers throughout my time; the coniferous woods are excellent for them.

Plenty of birds

The first Black-backed I saw was in a stand of dead trees (they love them!), and the surrounding woods and brushy understory were full of chattering Black-capped Chickadees, Golden-crowned Kinglets, White-throated Sparrows, Least Flycatchers, and a collection of warblers – such mixed-species flocks are a highlight of any trip during the second half of summer. The flock also held a few Hermit and Swainson’s Thrushes, the songs and calls of which are some of my favorites, leading me along the trail all morning.

Above the trees, I was also led along my route by the flight calls of Purple Finches and Red Crossbills; the truck trail is a good place to look for crossbills when our cone crop is growing, as it has been this summer. Now and then I’d stop to "spish" or give a Barred Owl call in order to spark the surrounding woods to life – soliciting the scolding calls of Red-eyed and Blue-headed Vireos or receiving the ire of Red-breasted Nuthatches and Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers. It is a common technique I use, particularly during the latter half of summer as nesting finishes and song dies down.

But while the drop-off of song does make some species more difficult to find, I enjoy the challenge of pursuing them and the surprise of finding them when they aren’t as obvious as they were earlier in the summer. And late summer is also an excellent time of year to add some botanizing to my hikes, and so as the day began to hush I started to check out the wildflowers sprouting up in the grassy places along the route.

Botanizing and lunch!

As a result, my plant list was soon expanding with new names like New York aster, flat-topped aster, pearly everlasting, closed gentian, Canada goldenrod, and lance-leaved goldenrod. And so I continued botanizing and birding for a couple miles, and explored the small backcountry campsites part way along the trail before deciding it was time to turn around. Of course, I continued to explore on my way back to the car, spooking a Ruffed Grouse from the side of the trail not long after I turned, and bringing my final tally to five species of woodpeckers and between ten and fifteen Swainson’s Thrushes – the trail seemed to be full of them!

I had snacked and drank water while I hiked, but I was ready for something more substantial (I’m always hungry early for lunch on days I get out early) when I returned to the car. But buoyed by another snack, I elected to push lunch off a bit and head up the road to Newcomb. After a brief stop at the Adirondack Interpretive Center – complete with a similar mix of bird species and excellent looks at both Black-and-white and Chestnut-sided Warblers – I headed to Rich Lake Beach where I sat on a rock in the shade and enjoyed a satisfying lunch and the peace that comes after an early departure in search of birds.

I felt as though I could have stayed there the rest of the day – and the water beckoned me to jump in. But I knew I had other things to do, and so I somewhat reluctantly left to head toward home, planning in my mind that I would be back soon.

Late summer and early fall bring with them fabulous birding, botanizing, and outdoor opportunities. Plan your trip today by checking out our dining and lodging pages. And if you are looking for a place to pitch your tent, visit our camping page while you’re at it.

 

 

 

View in seclusion, the Hoffman Notch Wilderness

Jimbo and I had a plan. Well, I had a plan, and Jim was all about coming along for the ride. I have driven by the North Hudson exit off I-87 probably a hundred times now, and over the course of those passings I always feast my eyes on this one particular peak that rests over the top of Palmer Pond. I had always assumed it was Squaw Mountain from a quick look on my topo maps, until the one day I really did some research and found that it really doesn’t have an official name and Squaw Mountain was a small peak just south of it. So, I decided to call it Palmer Pond Mountain for a lack of a better name - who knows? Locals may have a different name already in place, I would be curious to know. It appeared to have some nice rock ledges worthy of a visit.

Now back to our plan. We would start at the Dirgylot Trailhead off Route 9 north of Schroon Lake. This would be our access point to pass over Wyman Hill, Squaw Mountain, and then Palmer Pond Mountain before descending down to Palmer Pond and meeting a second car, making for an epic 8-mile or so traverse in the Hoffman Notch Wilderness. Seemed simple enough on paper, but boy was it going to be hot and humid! The humidity and the heat were almost an identical match at 80 degrees and 85% humidity. It was going to be a sauna of sorts by noon.

After meeting up at the old Frontier Town parking lot, we first spotted a car at Palmer Pond just up the road, and then carpooled the few miles over to the Dirgylot Trailhead. This is an old trail, but the DEC Trailhead is rather new. The trail soon brought us to a car width passage through a culvert under I-87 which directs adventurists into the Hoffman Notch Wilderness. On the opposite side the trail remains very wide, almost like an old road, which it very well may have been considering the size of the culvert we just passed through. Climbing immediately up over a shoulder of Dirgylot Hill on our left we were happy to be on a trail, as we knew it most likely wouldn’t last long. From a previous adventure in this area I recalled that the trail split about a half-mile or so from the culvert (of course it was so long ago, it easily could have been another spot, but sure enough, there was the splitting). The split was more like a T-intersection, left goes behind Dirgylot Hill and Smith Hill. Right headed in the direction we wanted, more of a northerly direction right toward Wyman Hill.

Wyman Hill

This secondary, unmarked trail went on and on and on, from a wide ATV-sized trail to a narrow path, to a wider foot trail and back to what looked like an old road. Overall it was in fantastic condition and only a couple spots required us to hop over a downed tree - this was a gift for sure. As the heat started to bring our internal body temperature to a slow rolling boil, the humidity coated our skin and caused me to start steaming from beneath my pack, a sight I am used to seeing, but generally in the winter where the air temperature is much cooler. We took a short break next to a small waterfall where we splashed a bit of water on our faces, and powered up to finish off our approach to Wyman Hill.

The old road that we were on continued, but as it swung further away from Wyman and closer to the Peaked Hills, we decided it was time to start a bit of cross-country travel. The route toward Wyman was an easy bit of traveling. The forest was open and the brook crossings were a piece of cake. Finally at the base of the peak we could start to do some serious climbing, and by serious I mean wicked steep! We came to the base of a long, very high angled rock slab - closely resembling a rock slide without the debris of downed trees at the base. It could have been a really old one, but I think it was just too steep to support life; hopefully it would support ours. The rock was “sticky” as climbers call it - which is just a term for rough rock with enough features for your rubber soles to grip. As we progressed we started to get some of the finest views I have ever had of Hoffman Mountain, Blue Ridge, and the Peaked Hills. We sat atop the rocks to take in our find. The summit wasn’t far from here and it took us only a few more minutes to find it, although other small viewing areas delayed the quest. The summit was open rock but the surrounding trees blocked potential views. We were now off to Squaw Mountain, a peak smaller than the hill we were on - odd how something gets credited as being a mountain and others not. The descent was thick and scratchy but quick. The climb was almost non-existent at only about 130 feet of gain. The summit was not much to write about; wooded and viewless, buggy and muggy, we moved on.

Palmer Pond Mountain

The descent off Squaw was a bit more than the climb, but again it didn’t take long to reach the base of Palmer Pond Mountain. A nice brook ran through the pass, giving Abby a nice drink, and saving our water supply, that we would so desperately need a bit later. We would now climb up the steep slopes of the mountain in what would be 900’ in under 0.4 miles. The climate was now reaching nearly unbearable temperatures and the exhaustion of the steep climb with temperatures in the 80s was wearing on us. We were sure at some point we suffered from heat exhaustion. Even with plenty of fluids in our system we ended up getting a bit nauseous and light-headed as we climbed, and I am sure it wasn’t elevation sickness. The closest way out was to go up and over to the other car, so we just went very slowly and inched our way higher and higher. Hand over fist - on all fours at times - we pulled our way up with aid of trees and roots.

Open rock and small ledges hindered fast travel, but opened up the forest to small pockets of cool breezes that gave us moments of relief and a bit of a mental vacation to help us continue. Finally at the base of the summit cliff we could stand on flat ground and ponder how we would get around its massive expanse of granite. A shelf would give us route around and up top of the rocky summit. The breeze was a treat, cooling our flesh and drying our clothes. We were almost instantly refreshed, yet in the same token we were drained. The views were astounding, none so spectacular have we found in quite some time; we could live here.

Our residence atop this mountain lasted about 30 minutes until we could get our feet back under us in a more stable form than the Jello-knees we currently had. Cairns marked the summit, showing that this unnamed beauty of the wilderness gets some visitors from time to time. Soon we had to leave; we still had over 1.5 miles to get back to the car which, depending on the terrain, could venture closer to two. We descended slowly as we still felt weak and my water supply was dwindling. Jim offered up some Gatorade, which I knew I may have to take him up on later. We were descending now at a rapid rate, and on the descent my need for water was much less apparent, but my need for salt was not. We rested a bit longer so I could eat some salty almonds I had in my snack bag - which I think gave me a bit more of the electrolytes my body needed - Abby and I finished off the water.

Two small ridges blocked us from the car. So, while unwanted, we needed to climb over them to gain the slopes we desired to reach Palmer Pond far below. We soon hit the state-property line which was still a bit above the pond but followed the side of the final ridge which would bring us down to the edge of I-87 where we would have to cross The Branch at the base of the dam on Palmer Pond. There was no way we would cross this outlet without falling in or wading up to our waist, so we opted for plan B, which was not a favorite of mine, nor one I looked forward to. We needed to walk about 100 feet down I-87 across the bridge, and with a dog, this would not be fun. Jim carried my trekking poles and I hoisted Abby up into my arms, which is easier said than done with a 60-pound wiggle hound. I ran as best I could as she began to slip, it must have been a sight for those driving by. We made it to the other side and onto the grassy shoulder of the entrance ramp with no issues, but it surely was not something I wanted to do again anytime soon. Back at the car we finally stood, exhausted, dripping in sweat and coated in a fine layer of dirt and balsam needles. The car was baking at close to 100 degrees inside; we couldn’t wait for the cool breeze to clean the funk and nature from our bodies.

Parched and ravaged I couldn’t wait to get something in my stomach; a quick stop at Stewarts in Schroon Lake on the way home was just the ticket. Want to learn more about the Hoffman Notch Wilderness? There’s plenty to explore - and many treks that are super user-friendly for those of you that would prefer not to bushwhack! You should hang out in Schroon Lake for a few days and visit the Pharaoh Mountain Wilderness Area as well, trust me you won’t be disappointed.

An amazing time of day

It was a beautiful evening as I unloaded my boat for a paddle on Cheney Pond, one of my favorite little gems to explore in the Adirondacks. The mosquitoes were pestering me as I unloaded the boat, but once I pushed off onto the mirror surface of the lake, I left their annoying hum in favor of the deep, vibrating thrum of the bullfrogs which droned from various places around the shoreline.

The magic of loons

I stopped and listened to the frogs, but I soon found myself distracted by a trio of adult Common Loons not far from the launch. They were swimming and diving together in search of food. I crept closer with my camera handy, hoping for a shot, and the loons calmly went about their business, ignoring me. I pulled in my paddle and let the light breeze push me past them, snapping a few shots now that my hands were free. Then I sat and watched them as they worked a little farther away from me.

Suddenly one of them began to yodel a refrain which was quickly taken up by one of the other two birds, and the two called back and forth from one to the other. The sound reverberated through the hills, amplified as if an entire raft of loons was calling, and I felt strangely transfixed. The anthem transported me to some mystical wilderness paradise. I sat still for a long time listening as their calls echoed loudly all around me, and the loons continued moving along their route in the middle of the pond. They paused from their calling, and then abruptly began again. Paused, then began again. I felt as if I was somehow removed from my own body.

As I sat there I began to notice that the one bird didn’t make any calls – or at least it didn’t seem to do so. I figured it was the odd bird out in the trio and that the other two were likely a mated pair. And although I didn’t see a chick with them, I hoped that perhaps it was quietly tucked on the side of the marshy areas of the pond, or perhaps it was still an egg in the nest. Loons have nested late this year in the Adirondacks.

My musings continued. I saw that the loons were slowly getting farther from me so I quietly paddled a bit closer to listen to their resounding duet at full volume. Had my eyelids the strength, I could have sat there listening to them all night. I was reluctant to move on past this magical performance. But, when the trio slipped into a wide cove, I paddled past them on the far side of the pond, trying not to disturb them. Their tremulous calls punctuated the evening air from time to time throughout the rest of my paddle.

Marshes, birds, and the Boreas River

I began to work around the marshy margins of the pond, hoping to spot an American Bittern out for an evening meal. The high water levels allowed me to probe the reeds and vegetation farther than I usually can, but I came up empty on the bittern-finding endeavor. I did, however, accidentally spook a Great Blue Heron and I watched and listened to a chorus of evening songbirds including Swamp and Song Sparrows, Common Yellowthroats, Blue-headed Vireos, and Chestnut-sided and Magnolia Warblers.

I looped around past the sandy beach on the far side of the pond which looked inviting for a swim, but I chose to remain in the boat rather than to take the time for a dip. I eventually made my way to the outlet of the pond where it links to the Boreas River. For folks who want to lug their boat (a lightweight boat is best), a short, rutted trail connects the pond to the river, but the beavers on Cheney have been quite busy this year, having erected an impressive bulwark, which makes the way more difficult than it has been in the past, particularly with my big canoe.

So I left the boat and simply explored their handiwork, finding the footing of the overgrown trail to be tricky enough without the canoe – the beaver’s work isn’t exclusive to their massive dam. My reconnaissance confirming that I should not attempt to bring my boat to the river (I really didn’t have enough daylight to justify it anyway), so I gingerly walked back to the boat through the vegetation and over the mud and ruts, finding that my biggest mistake of this venture was that I had aroused the local mosquitoes who instantly set up a blood drive at my expense. They were joined by a contingent of black flies and I was swatting myself free of them as I pushed back off onto the water in favor of less bugs in the middle of the pond.

From there I continued to work my way around the edge of the water, looking for wildlife and listening to birds, pausing now and then whenever I’d hear the loons call again. I passed them a short time later – there were only two – and I assumed the third bird had headed back to its own lake. Perhaps it was just feeding on Cheney.

I finally made my way to the take-out with the sunlight beginning to fade and a tail-slapping beaver eager to usher me to shore and off of its pond. I loaded up the boat and once all my gear was back in place, I recalled my desire for a swim at the beach, and so I took a quick dip from the launch, rinsing off the sweat and grime from the warm day before I headed on my way. It was a nice way to top off a beautiful paddle.

Summer time is paddling time and there are lots of places to explore for outdoor adventures. Plan your getaway today with our lodging and dining pages.

 

 

 

 

Schroon Lake Base Camp Gore Mountain Ski Trip 

As a working mom of three, including toddler twins, it's a rare occasion to enjoy time with my girlfriends. More often than not this time is much needed, and helps me refresh to really be a better mom and on top of my game. Traveling is important to my husband and I and we make time for quick jaunts here and there, however the girls trips are few and far between. Let’s face it- my idea of a girls trip is the polar opposite of The Hangover Movies. There are no tigers, mokeys or tattoos and the iPhone photo stream may be silly but we always recall what happened. Most often we find ourselves in constant communication with the kids, slow easy cocktails with water and lemon on the side, and always in bed very early. One of the best parts of traveling for me is the uninterrupted sleep; no bottles or diaper changes, even if for only one night- the little things.

Ski Trip

When my cohort Kelly and I decided to take a trip to Schroon Lake for a Gore Mountain ski trip the timing couldn't have been better. I have traveled to Gore from multiple directions, and chose Schroon as our base camp, only 20 minutes from all the ski action and a lot to do in town. From Lake Placid we took Exit 26 off the NYS Northway per our Google Map and this proved to be about an hour and a half drive to the base lodge- the same distance from Albany. Proximity is very important to me when I plan a quick trip, both for child care and maximizing fun time!

Mid week is always better- Why I love Thursdays

We picked a Thursday for our ski day, completely unaware it was a $12 Thursday- seriously- $12 to ski for the FULL DAY. This is less than my Starbucks order, and will be taken advantage of again. We parked in row 3 and were in the base lodge within minutes getting geared up and ready to go. We shared a table with with a couple up from Saratoga for the day. This was a bi-weekly trip for them and the $12 tickets were a bonus.

Kelly and I were lined up at the Northwoods Gondola in about 20 minutes after unloading from the car. Using the words “lined up” maybe is off target- let’s say “walked up” because there was no line we just walked into our chariot. As you can tell this day has been going rather well, quick drive, cheap tickets, front lot parking with no charge, and no lines; I love Thursdays.

Skiing how it should be- Great!

The trails at Gore Mountain were groomed to perfection with corduroy from top to bottom. If I had a quarter I would have rolled it down the line and picked it up at the bottom, but there was no time for this- only time to ski. The views are spectacular, high peaks and glimpses of both Lake George and Schroon Lake. Run after run Kelly noted how it was like we had our own mountain, there were no crowds just your own line figure eight style. The majority of terrain was open including trails for all abilities, this mountain really does a great job from top to bottom. We were excited to have old school favorite trails like Rumors and Hullabaloo open- these are really solid runs.

Each trip up the Gondola we met cool people, most of whom had traveled up and a few who were staying in Schroon. It was recommended to us by one gondola buddy to head to Sticks & Stones Restaurant in Schroon Lake for our apres fun. This restaurant was on our line up and it was great to get a referral. He said to be sure and ask for Gary, they grew up together back in Albany... to be continued.

We skied for the majority of the day until the light grew dark and it was time to call it a day. It was a tough call for such a fun day- but it was also closing time. We snuck in one last run for good measure and headed on to our next adventure.

Apres in Schroon Lake

Schroon Lake is only about 20 minutes from Gore Mountain and stop one on our list was Witherbees Carriage House Restaurant. Upon pulling up we knew we were in the right spot for some Apres fun, the key indicator being the giant red Gore Gondola hanging above the entry next to the silo and music booming from the outdoor speakers... The entry way was decked out in Gore ski signs, the kind only the patrol can get their hands on. The owners, who have been there for the last seven years have the don't ask don't tell rule- they came with the place, true ski dining decor.

 Kelly and I were hoping to grab a drink and a bite at Witherbees although it happened to be the Town of Schroon's annual dinner. Normally I would have been game to crash any annual dinner, however still in our ski pants and helmet hair we decided it may be frowned upon if we tried to shimmy in and maybe best to move onto destination number two. We did sneak a photo of the upstairs to give you an idea of how cool this place really is. Witherbees, we shall return almost certainly on a Thursday- because we love Thursdays.

Another round please

After leaving Witherbees we headed to Sticks & Stones Bistro and Bar. By this point I had worked up quite an appetite and my lite fair was now going to be an all out dinner. Greeted by a roaring fire outside Kelly and I entered an awesome Adirondack Style restaurant with a modern feel. Newly opened in June of 2013, Sticks & Stones really has their niche defined. From wooden bar games, decorative accents everywhere, a huge stone fireplace, to a purple wood stove for pizzas and creating toasty eats. They also serve a nice selection of draft beers including 2 from the Paradox Brewery, the local brewery in Schroon Lake.

Where's Gary?

Yes, we walked in and immediately asked for Gary. Both Gary and Steve the super friendly owners came out slightly confused and ended up having a good laugh from our gondola story. Gary and Steve gave us the run down of the menu including their Apres specialty Soup to Nuts! They make a variety of homemade soups daily and offer a platter with samplings of three soups of your choice and warm wood fired nuts. This is a treat to be had- not listed on the menu, but ask and you shall receive.

A Great Day and Night

The Food was all delicious and the company was great too. I really felt like this was a great place to visit and I could see myself dining here another night. One of the fun parts- my phone was almost dead from so many photos all day and the bar comes equipped with outlets to plug in and re-charge- very cool unexpected amenity.

After dinner and great conversation it was time to retire for the evening and of course call home to check in on the family. My legs were tired from an awesome ski day and another day was just around the corner. Check back in a couple weeks to see Day 2 of our Schroon Lake trip, including the powder day to follow. Here's a sneak peak of whats next to come from my Schroon Lake visit- you're going to be surprised with all of this powder what we decided to do...

PS. Since our trip I have travelled the Northway a few times and have stopped in to see Steve and Gary, of course to also get a chuckle about the masked man who sent us there- one day we are sure he will be identified!

The 46 High Peaks are awe-inspiring, alluring, and mysterious. The deep valleys between the mountains are wet and mossy green, and boulders punctuate the open forests there, creating an impressive preview of the towering cliffs, rocky summits, and landslide scars found up high. Striking and spectacular, these peaks beckon hikers looking for a challenge — and make no mistake, climbing any one of them is indeed a challenge. 

While the bulk of hikers head to the popular trailheads found in the northern section of the High Peaks region, those aren’t the only places from which to access these mountains. Dozens of peaks can be summited from the two major access points that are off of Route 28, between Newcomb and Schroon Lake. The trails are just as scenic as the northern routes, but they’re often less crowded.

Always be prepared when hiking, even if it’s a short trail. Bring plenty of water and food, keep some extra layers in your pack, and follow Leave No Trace principles. And above anything else, always be prepared to turn around if darkness descends or the weather starts to turn. The mountains will be there, so be safe!

Upper Works

Before we get to the spectacular selection of trails that are available from the Upper Works parking area, we have to talk about the drive in. The road snakes along the Hudson River before entering the site of Tahawus, an old mining town. Only echoes of the town remain, like the enormous blast furnace that greets visitors as they enter this once-vibrant place. Now, old stone chimneys stand in stark contrast to the nearby trees, and most of the buildings have been replaced by informational plaques that give a feel for what this town was like in its heyday. To get a real sense of place, take the little trail up the hill that’s across the street from the blast furnace to get a peek at the nearby mountains.

Don’t get too distracted by the history of Tahawus, though — the Upper Works trailhead is just ahead, and from it there are dozens of miles of trails to explore. The most popular path heads straight to the Flowed Lands, a stunning area with great views of Mount Colden and Avalanche Mountain. Set up your basecamp here, but be sure to bring a bear canister — the area’s popularity with people has also made it popular with black bears. 

Other options include a less-traveled way into Indian Pass, where a 1,000 foot cliff awaits, or a long, tranquil hike to the remote Duck Hole and Preston Ponds.

From the Flowed Lands, a number of hikes are available. Colden is an obvious option — it's the one with all the slides that's front and center when you arrive at the water's edge — and many other High Peaks are nearby, including Marcy, Cliff, Redfield, and Skylight. Keep in mind that “nearby” is relative, though. None of the hikes in this area are easy, and all of them require some serious elevation gain over rough, mountainous terrain. If you’re looking for quick day hikes, there are better places to explore.

Elk Lake 

Elk Lake is on private property, so don’t plan on making that part of your adventure, but there are two trailheads here that get you into some of the most rugged, beautiful scenery in the High Peaks.

The Panther Gorge trail begins across the road from the parking area. From there, hikers can opt for the trail up two High Peaks, Blake and Colvin, or they can continue to the remote Panther Gorge. There are a couple of camping areas in the gorge, and that's good because you’ll need to rest after making the 700-foot elevation gain and descent to get there. Panther Gorge is beautiful, but the real attraction is the trio of peaks. Marcy towers above the head of the gorge, flanked by Haystack on one side and Skylight on the other, making an extremely difficult and rewarding loop possible. In fact, the elevation gain up Haystack from Panther Gorge makes it the steepest trail in the Adirondacks.

The Dix Range trail begins at the parking area, and it’s a beauty. A winding trail leads to an old carriage road that runs along the base of the range, and there are several places to camp along the way. A well-trodden herd path ascends McComb via a rubbly slide from which Elk Lake can be seen far below. From McComb, the path continues, linking South Dix, Grace Peak (formerly East Dix), and Hough in one beautiful traverse. Hearty hikers can continue past Hough and on to Dix to complete the range, but it’s quite a haul. 

Boreas Ponds

OK, so this trail doesn’t quite take you into the High Peaks, but it does end with one of the best views of the Great Range from the shore of the 320-acre Boreas Ponds. This brand new route follows Gulf Brook Road for 6.7 miles to the shore of of the pond. About half of the route will be accessible by motor vehicle, with four small parking areas to choose from. The rest of the way can only be traversed by foot, horse, or bike.

Getting there

All of the above parking areas are located off of Route 28 as it travels between Exit 29 on I-87 and the town of Newcomb.

• Elk Lake: From Exit 29, take Route 28 west for about 7 miles and turn right on Elk Lake Road. Follow that to the parking area, on the right.
• Boreas Ponds: From Exit 29, take Route 28 west for about 7.5 miles and look for the large brown Gulf Brook Road sign on the right.
• Upper Works: From Exit 29, take Route 28 west for about 17.5 miles and turn right on Tahawus Road. Bear left on Upper Works Road after about 6.5 miles and follow that to the end.

After hitting the High Peaks, head into Newcomb, Minerva, North Hudson, or Schroon Lake for food and drinks to help you refuel after a great day of hiking!

 

"We're here to do things the way they’re supposed to be done.”

David Hughes and I had been talking for a while about his new business, ADK Purveyors. He was giving me the history of how he ended up with a subscription box service that specializes in bringing the best quality Adirondack products directly into your home when he laid that simple, yet powerful, statement on me. 

In the summer of 2018 David subscribed to an organic food box but was disappointed. "My box showed up at my door in an insulated box with a gel pack every two weeks. I loved the concept. The only negatives were, one, I wasn’t able to choose what produce went into my box. Two, this produce is coming from California and/or Mexico and three, the food started to go bad in a few days because of the lengthy two week trip across the country by freight train."

David knew he could do better; he had already made a career of fostering good relationships with local producers, first as a manager of a third generation butcher shop, then sourcing products for farm stores, and most recently, bringing local ingredients into his local school district as the manager of its school lunch program (the students call him "Chef Dave"). He knew he could help folks across the Adirondacks access high quality fresh products that were actually produced in the Adirondacks, with the option to choose what you get, and without the long drive to the grocery store.

Two years later, ADK Purveyors can deliver a growing range of great Adirondack products directly to your door, not only locally (which is still at the core of their mission), but anywhere in the lower 48 states. 

How does it work?

ADK Purveyors have gone out of their way to make it simple. You can have a box headed to you in less than 10 minutes with a quick trip to their website (David has even been so kind to extended to our readers a special limited time offer; when you sign up for a subscription and use the code ADKFOOD at checkout, get 50% off your first box!). Their most popular is the Harvest Box, which allows you to pick any five items from their inventory. You can have just one box shipped, or set up a weekly or monthly delivery. There's no minimum number of shipments and you can cancel at any time. They'll even send you a reminder before each order so you can check your box and make any changes you would like for your next delivery. 

What do you get?

Just like any subscription service, you get to pick! And they have been able to put together a great selection from the following producers:

• Nettle Meadow Farm - dairy

• North Country Creamery - artisanal cheeses and yogurt

• Juniper Hill Farm - NOFA-NY certified organic produce

• Sunset Farm - grass-fed beef

• Toad Hill Maple - pure Adirondack maple products

• Reber Rock Farm - pasture raised and organically fed poultry

• Blackberry Hill Farm - heritage bred pork (coming soon!)

They’re always looking for new producers and artisans to partner with, so check back for updated offerings!

But is it really fresh?

The short answer: yes.

If there’s one thing David values above all else, it’s the quality and freshness of the products he’s offering. Each week's orders are processed on Friday, when David contacts the producers to let them know what was sold that week. The orders are collected directly from the farmers and producers by Wednesday, when the boxes are shipped, generally arriving at the customers' doorstep by Friday. So by the time the box gets to your door, the artisanal meats, cheeses, produce, and Maple products inside have only been away from their Adirondack home for several days at most. 

If you’re fortunate enough to live in the southeastern Adirondacks you can even save on the shipping and pick your box up directly from their processing center in Newcomb, NY. 

Sign me up!

Given the interesting times we're living in, you can bet ADK Purveyors is going to be on my radar. Not only to get some of the products I already know and love more easily to my door, but to some family and friends as well! There are oh so many holidays and birthdays just around the corner...

Go take a look at ADK Purveyors; they're "doing things they way they should be done."

And don't forget! If you're signing up for a subscription, use that 50% off code at checkout, 'ADKFOOD.'