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Adirondack Life

50th Anniversary Issue 2019

Get Adirondack Life digital magazine subscription today and discover stunning photography and insightful articles on Adirondack Park recreation, history, architecture, arts, food, personalities and communities from Lake Placid and North Creek to Old Forge and Lake George. Learn about this treasured territory of mountains, rivers, valleys and lakes where life is in balance with wilderness.

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adirondack life

VOLUME L NUMDER 7 PUBLISHING TEAM CIRCULATION DIRECTOR Lisa Lincoln CONTROLLER Joni Manning EDITOR-AT-LARGE Elizabeth Folwell EDITORIAL EDITOR Annie Stoltie SENIOR EDITORS Lisa Bramen, Niki Kourofsky DESIGNER Mark Mahorsky CONTRIBUTORS Nancie Battaglia, Mark Bowie, Carrie Marie Burr, Joe Connelly, Luke Cyphers, Johnathan Esper, Lisa J. Godfrey, Daesha Devón Harris, Carl Heilman II, Jamie West McGiver, Curt Stager, Mark Wilson ADVERTISING MANAGER Linda Bedard SALES Jo’el Kramer, Chelsea Cook COORDINATOR Karly Garren DESIGN AND PRODUCTION Marty Kilburn PRODUCTION COORDINATOR Matt Paul CIRCULATION CIRCULATION DIRECTOR Lisa Lincoln BUSINESS BUSINESS AND HUMAN RESOURCE MANAGER Janine Sorrell CALENDAR AND WHOLESALE MARKETING Janine Sorrell, Karly Garren OFFICE MANAGER Cynthia Douglas…

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life lines

On an early-summer morning, Niki, Lisa, my dog Wally and I sit on the carpeted floor of Adirondack Life’s office in the red brick church on Jay’s Village Green. Wally’s chewing a bone, Aerosmith’s rock ballad “Crazy” drifts from a passing motorcycle through the open windows, and the three of us editors stare at our dry-erase “ideas” board, brainstorm stories for future issues, consider what to assign to whom and, in between, chat about our families and weekend plans. Adirondack Life, Adirondack life—this is what I love. I can’t help but feel this way. There’s a maze of shelving in our office, stacked with piles of just about every issue of Adirondack Life since it was first published in 1969. For me, they’re a timeline, and not just of Adirondack happenings. The…

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a blue lining

It is, of course, difficult to predict the future. But since I have a half-decent track record, let me offer an Adirondack forecast for the next 50 years, secure in the knowledge I won’t be around to see how I’m wrong. Thirty years ago this autumn, from my house in Johnsburg, I wrote the first book for a general audience—The End of Nature—about what we then called the greenhouse effect. At the time it was mostly a series of warnings: if we didn’t do as the scientists advised and cut back on our use of coal and gas and oil, the temperature would begin to steadily and sharply rise, and with that all manner of trouble would ensue. We didn’t do as the scientists advised—indeed, as a planet, we spewed ever…

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crossing the border

In early May of 2001, my wife and I packed up our 10th-floor apartment in Manhattan, loaded the kids in the car with our closest belongings, and headed north for a new life in the Adirondacks. We’d bought the house just two months before, the first one we looked at, in a town we’d never been to, North Creek, New York. It was a small ranch on a pine-filled acre. Covered in snow, it looked like a postcard from Bavaria. The house sat atop a hill and beneath its windows bubbled the clear and new Hudson, the same river we’d watched freighters cross below our apartment. Our future home was as foreign a place as I could imagine, like moving to Thailand, or the Himalayas, and just a four-hour drive…

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page turner

The cover, an old mill in Warrensburg, last water-powered gristmill in the state—I recall it clearly from 50 years ago. The millpond, clean as a mirror, and the building, mottled gray-brown clapboard, were framed with thick foliage, the sky and water baby blue. Long-ago North Country people teaming up with nature, using green energy, a term unknown back then. This was the third issue of Adirondack Life, Summer 1970, and probably the first I saw, depicting for me what was a perfect world, these Adirondacks. Featured also was the June 1963 rock slide on Giant, a huge deal that year for 11-year-old me. Route 73 into Keene Valley was blocked by the mountain’s wreckage, so my family had to cut around through Elizabethtown to get home for the summer. Sure, we…

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following a thread

This time at Cold River—the last time—his touch was light as pollen, no snapped twigs or boot-prints on the familiar trail. It was the place Gordon returned to no matter where he was, Blue Mountain Lake or Tahawus, a tiny clearing with a cabin no bigger than a queen-size bed, notched logs standing teepee style, another shed with the necessaries of Noah John’s life. The hermit was a contrary solitary, though, a gregarious recluse who loved the campers who dropped in. There’s a photo of Rondeau with Gordon’s wife seated in front of a shack labeled “Beauty Parlor.” Perched on a stump, she’s smiling, the woodsman plucking her eyebrows with a pair of clamshells from the lake. At least that’s how the photo is remembered; the album with these once-vivid scenes…