When it comes to mountains, what things that come to mind? With the Alps, it’s yodeling, edelweiss and Heidi. With the Rockies, it’s Pikes Peak and John Denver. With the Adirondacks, it’s logging, TB and black flies. But with the Poconos, it’s only one thing — their ...

In January 1992, I ran through a flock of pigeons along Grande Rue in Grenoble, France. “Allez-Allez!” called an elderly man feeding them. Go faster! — he clapped. “Training for the Olympics?” he asked. “Non, monsieur!” I laughed, shaking my head. The next day, Henri ...

Robin Michel Caudell artfully interlaces her memories of lived experiences and of epigenetic ones in “Black Heel Strings: A Choptank Memoir.” Throughout, the author writes about her life in poetic language that catches the reader’s attention. Well-known locally as a Plattsburgh ...

As ice starts to form on the lake, the days get shorter and the ski season is upon us, I’m reminded of the winter of 1978-79. Lake Placid was abuzz with preparations for the 1980 Winter Olympics, and I was still working on establishing a career in the outdoors. I’d spent two seasons ...