Schroon Lake

Submitted by Shaun Kittle on Jul 07, 2016
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If you're into fishing, the name says it all: Schroon Lake. The region is located just south of the Adirondack High Peaks, an area typified by jagged mountains and rugged, tumbling brooks. But while Schroon Lake has its share of rivers, including the mighty Hudson, it's also dotted with a seemingly endless amount of waterbodies. To a fishing layman like myself, it might seem like streams and
Submitted by Kim Andresen on Jul 05, 2016
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Where should we eat?What's for dinner? In my family, that's probably one of the most repeated phrases I hear, running in close competition with: "What's for lunch?" and "Can we eat now?" Really. We love to eat out, try new places and new dishes, and visit old favorites. When hitting Schroon Lake, it's always a debate on where we'll dine. It honestly depends on who I have in tow, what outdoor
Submitted by Dan Cash on Jul 05, 2016
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“Hey honey, the forecast says severe thunderstorms this evening. What do you want to do?” “Let’s go to Schroon Lake for dinner and ice cream.” “Sounds good!” This may not be how normal Friday conversations go in your house, but that’s often how things work around ours. With three kids in tow, we’ve learned that there will always be reasons to not go on an adventure. Sometimes you just have to
Submitted by Jess Collier on Jun 24, 2016
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Walk through the campus of the Seagle Music Colony and you’ll be met with the beautiful strains of sopranos and baritones drifting across the summer air from all directions. There are myriad rehearsal spaces at this intense vocal training camp, a piano in nearly every nook and cranny, and the performers definitely make use of all of them. The Seagle Music Colony is the oldest summer vocal
Submitted by Shaun Kittle on Jun 16, 2016
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It was like stepping into an old town straight out of the Wild West. I parked my shiny black steed in front of a sign that read "Gift Shop," but the general store is what I was after. My feet crunched on the dirt lot, and I could almost hear the sound of spurs jangling as I walked toward Gokey's Trading Post, located just off of Exit 29 on Interstate 87. Wrangling up an auctionI moseyed onto the