Saturday, April 11, 2020

From the archive: Ruminations on Mud Season

From the Almanack archive, here are some classic features for a few suggested “weekend reads”:

Adirondack High Peaks Trail Mud SeasonFrom 2011: Mud Season: Sloshing Through Wet Trails by Dan Crane:

“There are many challenges for the backcountry explorer during this messy time of the year. These challenges require additional planning, preparation and in some cases caution. But there are a few benefits to being in the backcountry this time of the year as well. In addition, there are some important environmental impacts of hiking in mud season that need identification and management so as to ameliorate their negative impacts.”


From 2014Pete Nelson’s “Lost Brook Tract in April: Adirondack Rite of Spring

From 2017: Dave Gibson on the North Hudson “Gateway”:

HOT TOPIC: Dave Gibson’s piece about Boreas Ponds from 2016 generated 96 comments:



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Melissa is a journalist with experience as a reporter and editor with the Burlington Free Press, Ithaca Journal and Fairbanks Daily News-Miner. She worked as a communications specialist for the Adirondack North Country Association and is currently digital editor for Adirondack Explorer, overseeing both the Explorer's website and its community forum the Adirondack Almanack. She enjoys hiking, camping and other outdoors activities, and spending time with her husband, their twin daughters, and rescue animals -- two dogs and two cats.

2 Responses

  1. Bill Ott says:

    Thank you Ms. Hart for bringing Don back to life.

  2. I thought your readers might enjoy my take on spring that I wrote for my English class at Lake Placid Central … many years ago:

    With windows shut, curtains drawn, and doors firmly latched against a long cold winter, no one heard her come on a breeze scented with sunshine and earth. She wore a fluttery light green dress that left her slim arms bare. Her slippered feet appeared to float over the hardened snow and in her wake birds flew, like bridesmaids, singing their joy in following her.
    If they had been looking they’d see how the drifts parted as she came down the mountain pass.
    North Wind noticed and was not pleased with the ease she slipped in, softening his winter’s work. He reigned with a force that snapped trees as though they were twigs. Everything sought shelter and shivered when he howled. They cowered when he blustered. But this one…she didn’t lower her head in proper acquiesces when he blew.
    He gathered himself up and prepared to send an arctic blast into the pass that would erase all her inroads. But the aura of sunshine and earth in the air that surrounded her accosted him. Its sweet powers taking his breath away. He retreated but followed her closely.
    At the foot of the mountain, she glided across a clearing, coming to a river choked with great chunks of ice. Standing at the edge, she held her arms over the river. Sun leant its warming strength to her motions at the river and the ice gave way, sending the water rushing down river.
    Even Sun was not able to resist her mystique and each passing day it rose earlier and lingered longer just to be in her presence. Several times North Wind shoved moisture filled clouds, roiling them into snow and ice, intent upon hurling the frigid mess to earth.
    Smiling, this vision in the filmy green gown, raised her arms and beckoned the storm to her, gentling it into a soft, fragrant rain, yet one so powerful that the earth’s vast snow cover gave way. Soon a grateful Earth sent up the first tiny flowers, the very sight of them mighty enough to send North Wind on its way.
    The morning came when, even through shuttered windows, they heard birds start their day. Instead of shivering under piles of blankets, they rose, throwing open windows and shielding their eyes against Sun which swept into windows, spreading the promise of Spring.

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