Sunday, September 30, 2012

Long Lake bears this summer. One fatal longer afraid of people.

 In Loving Memory

Now, he is  gone
taken out before taking someone out. 
My heart cracks for this creature
 not understanding 
there is no food for him. 
there is no room for him.
there is no rescue for him
Lost in a peopled world
far from forest
and Momma
I say to Him 
we saw you and cared,
your spirit lives.


Thursday, September 27, 2012


Open mic at the Long Lake library was awesome. Talented musicians, Steve Signell and Justin Hall, played their hearts out. Our delightful poetry reader, Glen Rowain read beautiful descriptive verse.Gail Huntley read a poem and an excerpt from the upcoming Long Lake history book. We laughed until we cried when Bruce Willis read his hilarious tale about Adirondack Lucy, and we listened intently as a young visiting singer/guitarist performed with his proud family taking photos. We all had a blast and the next one will be November 14 at 7:00 P.M. You won't want to miss it.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

How soon before those two realize what is right behind them?

Look at lower right hand side of this picture. This was taken in 1951. I remember climbing a tree in 1956 across the road from the Lakeside and coming face to face with a bobcat that I thought was a big cat.Luckily, he stayed high up in the tree and I went scrambling down, ran across the road to tell my dad there was a cat stuck in the tree and would he get it down. He looked up and immediately knew it was a bobcat. We had panthers, lynx, and mountain lions in these woods throughout the 1800's and into the early 1900's and probably there were a few left in the early 1950s. I think this is too large to be a bobcat and it doesn't have whiskers or the right face. Looks like a mountain lion to me and several others. Okay, all you woods men and woods women. What do you think?

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Book in progress

       Lucy’s car careened up the mountain and began rounding Blue Mountain curve. She grimaced when she saw the trees. They were her trees. They grew up with her from saplings to tall majestic pines, and now many were gray stalks, ravaged by acid rain. Damn, she thought, every time I come up here, it gets worse. Suddenly a flash of brown came across her windshield followed by two hoofs aimed directly at her face. Oh my God, it’s coming right through the windshield! Instinctively, Lucy yanked the wheel to the left. The jeep spun around and began to slide down Blue Mountain hill. The hoofs disappeared. Lucy glanced in her rear-view mirror. To her horror, she saw a huge green mass cresting Blue Mountain Hill.