Spin, clap! Roll hands low, roll hands high! Spin, clap! Roll hands low, roll hands high! We pass Garden Street and the Adults Center, and swerve a few steaming piles of dung from the bleating protests of four goats being reluctantly tugged by the local 4-H club. Volunteer firefighters, ...

Winter can be a good time to sit by the fire and read someone’s memories of a long ago trek through the Adirondacks. By chance I found a copy of “Friendly Adirondack Peaks,” by Robert Wickham, published in 1924. Why not find out what such an undertaking would have been like exactly a ...

On these subzero winter days, reading is sometimes wiser than going outdoors. A reflection of my age, no doubt. To ward off cabin fever, I’ve been rereading some of the mountaineering classics. I decided on the oldest mountaineering book in my collection. Robert Bates’ “Five Miles ...

I know a queen. I know more than one. How many people can say that besides everyone in Saranac Lake? It’s an honor. I am not being sarcastic, though, as I reread my words, I may come off that way. I am, indeed, sincere. I spoke to a friend about the wonderful tradition that ties community ...