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Submitted by Jess Collier on Oct 17, 2014
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Did you know there was an entire Adirondack village that was up and moved about 12 miles down the road in 1963? The village of Tahawus (pronounced tuh-HAWS, not tah-HA-wuss!) was built in the early 1940s around a mining operation. It was the middle of World War II, and the titanium there was very valuable. MacIntyre Development built housing for 180 families and 160 single men, plus other
Submitted by Kelly Kennedy on Oct 14, 2014
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A place like no otherThe Adirondacks has been a muse to many over the years - inspiring art, music, health, exploration. Winslow Homer, one of the foremost painters in 19th-century America and a preeminent figure in American art, is one such visitor to the Adirondacks. His fascination spanned 40 years, and over twenty-one trips, resulting in over a hundred peices of art. It's been said that no
Submitted by Spencer Morrissey on Oct 11, 2014
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If you missed the begining of our story read them here: PART 1 | PART 2 Sunrise to new adventureWe had just come down off of Sunrise Mountain, which you might have read about last week. We actually still had a decent little hop in our step and were looking forward to checking out a couple of peaks we had never been up before - Clear Pond Mountain and Grandpa Pete Mountain. The trailhead was a bit
Submitted by Kim Andresen on Oct 07, 2014
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A Ghost of a MemoryChasing a ghost of a memory - or a ghost town as the case may be - is, well, like chasing a ghost. Light as a feather, stiff as a board…As a child I had dozens of sleepovers at my dad’s camp on what is now the paved and populated, Sweeney Fields Road in Schroon Lake. Back then, we knew it as Old Sweeney Farm Rd - a simple dirt road with 2 other seasonal camps located several
Submitted by Kim Rielly on Sep 29, 2014
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Tags: Hiking
Stop me if I’ve already told you this story: When I was in elementary school growing up here in the Adirondacks, my art teacher shared with our class the fact that she disliked telephone poles. Not that I knew anyone who necessarily loved them, but until she mentioned it, I hadn’t really noticed the fact that those miles of tall, uniform-looking posts connected by wavy lines of wire really mucked
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