Friday, October 15, 2021

Adirondack Reflections

paw patrol

Fantastic fall foliage. NYS DEC Forest Ranger rescue tales. A hike along Paul Smith College VIC trails with wife, family, and our own troop of “Paw Patrol” canine companions. Adirondack memories reflected, shared, and new ones made at the VIC.   

I recently took time before heading full on into hunting season to spend some weekend time at Paul Smith College’s Visitor’s Interpretive Center, aka: “The PSC VIC.”

The “VIC” first opened its doors in 1989 under the auspices of New York State and the Adirondack Park Agency. My Father was DEC’s Region 5 Regional Director at the time. Its evolution came fairly late in his tenure. I was busy pursuing my own young career at the time, as a 10th Mountain Division (LI) officer, somewhere between missions, training Honduran soldiers to withstand Ortega’s Central American Sandinista unrest, and tracking drug mule trains and smugglers along the Mexican border with Joint Task Force IV.


My father’s big shoes. His Stetson, patches, and vintage pair of Wanakena snowshoes

As a result, most of my memories of the VIC’s early days are somewhat vague, snippets of conversations my father shared as he facilitated navigating swampy trails through the Adirondack political and regulatory morass. The one thing my mother’s memory confirms is that both he and she were in attendance at the VIC’s opening ceremonies.

My most pertinent connections to the Paul Smith’s VIC were much more recent.  My Son & Daughter In Law to be, both Paul Smith’s grads, had just gotten engaged there! (See “An Adirondack Engagement)

So, as luck would have it, when the VIC’s new Director, Scott van Laer, a recently retired NYS Forest Ranger himself, announced that he would be moderating another in the VIC’s ongoing Adirondack Lecture Series: “Old Rangers Tell Old Adirondack Rescue Stories”, I cleared my calendar and made plans to attend.

I always find myself drifting back into memory as I make the drive up along Route 3 towards my Saranac Lake hometown. The fall foliage along the route was turning reddish/orange/golden brown/just past peak, but nonetheless, was still fantastic.

Scott van Laer and Richard Monroe

Me (left) with VIC Director & retired Ranger Scott van Laer

I met Scott shortly after I walked inside the VIC building’s main entrance. We recognized each other immediately, although we had never before met. For me, meeting Scott was like looking at something of an alter ego reflection of myself. Slightly younger and a bit broader through the shoulders perhaps, (but not nearly as good looking). Scott had followed in his own father’s Forest Ranger footprints. An achievement of which his father I’m sure is with good reason quite proud.

Meeting him reminded me of my own youthful plans and aspirations, to follow in my father’s footsteps myself, attend Paul Smith’s College, and pursue my own career as a NYS DEC Forest Ranger.  Dad had spent a lifetime grooming me for just such a career course. Long father/son talks as we spent time together hiking, hunting, fishing and camping together throughout the Adirondack High Peaks.

Literally from the time I was born, my life as a child revolved around Dad’s experience and lessons. The night after I was born, Dad was out fighting forest fire. “Give a Hoot, Don’t Pollute”, “Carry It In, Carry It Out”, “Forever Wild”. “Only YOU Can Prevent Forest Fires”.  Smokey Bear even attended my 6th birthday party!

smokey the bear

I reflected back on those memories as I perused the array of Forest Ranger patches, photos, and Ranger artifacts displayed along the VIC’s walls. They reminded me of times I spent with my dad on dirt trails to fire towers in his jeep; fire brooms, rakes and two Indian Pumps mounted in the back. I still have one of those pumps, his firefighting axes and tools, all of his patches, and his Ranger Stetson.

More importantly though, as time went on, Dad took great pains to teach me other lessons as he rose through the ranks.

“The trick, Son, isn’t FINDING middle ground, that’s the easy part. The trick is getting everyone else to see it too, and then leading them to it.”

     My Dad always talked, throughout his career, about the key to his success, the talented folks around him. He told me more than once,

“Son, I tell my people; I know what I think. I want to hear what YOU think.”

     He always valued the input and opinions of those around him.  Whether he always followed it or not, I know that he always considered that honest input to be critical.  

     As time went on and my dad spent more of his time dealing with administrative and regulatory issues. The public, politicians, and press claimed more and more of my father from me. Those footprints I yearned to follow in grew more distant, and larger. I could slowly feel the job consume him.  By the time I was ready to graduate from high school, Dad was spending most of his time on the road, attending to administrative matters at his offices in Warrensburg and Albany.  At times, I felt I had lost him.

Nonetheless, I even went so far as to apply to Paul Smiths College, where I was accepted. In the end though, I found the idea of trying to follow my dad’s career path far too daunting. I’d have never been my own man. I’d have forever been “Tom Monroe’s Son.”  An ROTC scholarship at Cornell University gave me the escape hatch I realized that I desperately needed, an honorable way out.

Besides, as anyone who’s ever read any of my stories might quite quickly surmise, I was an Adirondack Outlaw from a very early age, trained by some of the very best up and coming somewhat scruffy young outlaw talent Saranac Lake had to offer. I’m pretty sure I’d never have survived the requisite NYS Forest Ranger background check. Let alone the polygraph. So, in the end, it was likely all for the best anyways.


A Panel of Retired Rangers Telling Rescue Stories (Left to right: Ranger Scott van Laer, Ranger Dick van Laer, Ranger Gary Lee, Ranger Frank Dorckak)

I sat in the back of the lecture hall and listened as the panel of retired Rangers regaled the audience with their stories. It was clear as they told rescue stories, some with successful outcomes, others tragic, that they all took their roles to heart, with great pride and quite seriously.  I found it all fascinating.

The 3 other retired Rangers on the panel, Rangers Lee (1965-1998), van Laer (1977-2003), and Dorchak (1967-1995), all had careers spanning the career era and tenure of my father, Tom Monroe(1961-1994). I even went to Saranac Lake High School, played football and ran track alongside Ranger Dorchak’s sons.

So, many of these, or similar such stories and perspectives, I had heard my dad share his own version of through the years. Many from the administrative level, others from his many co-workers and Forest Ranger friends, including his Wanakena roommate, Gary Hodgson.

Through the years, both via growing up my father’s son and my own two summers spent working under some of these same men on a DEC high peaks trail crew, I heard a lot of them.

It was interesting to me to hear these retired Rangers relate many of the same perspectives and frustrations, early “turf wars” with the NYS Police over who controlled Search and Rescue Operations, the important role of Fire Wardens, budgetary and policy constraints, organizing and sustaining successful search efforts, the public, press and politicians, the ever-evolving role of Forest Rangers.

What struck me the most was, that while it may not have seemed such through individual lenses, they were all facing and fighting the same battles and challenges, from one shared perspective.

I thought about these things as the presentation ended. I continued contemplating them as I spent the remainder of the afternoon strolling along the VIC’s trails.

My day at the PSC VIC was a great experience. I had a wonderful time. So much so that I returned the next day for further reflection.

This time with my wife, our two adult daughters, and our “Paw Patrol” Dogs (see photo at top).

Shingle Mill Falls

Shingle Mill Falls at Paul Smith’s VIC



The Paul Smith’s College VIC. It’s a wonderful place. A kaleidoscopic collage of time’s storied past, like fall’s fallen carpet along one of its many wooded paths. Images etched into these mountain’s forever memories. Memories replaced anew with each passing season.  Memories, once experienced, never to be forgotten.

Adirondack Reflections. Well worth the visit.    

All photos by/provided by Richard Monroe

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A veteran north country writer & story teller raised in Saranac Lake, Dick enjoys “Living in the Day I Am In”, and then writing about it. A severely speech impaired 3x cancer survivor, his pen is his voice. He shares many of his Adirondack Outlaw adventures & tales here. Read the rest on his blog @

4 Responses

  1. JB says:

    Thanks for a very philosophical and introspective synopsis of the ‘Ranger Tales’ event, for those of us who didn’t get to experience it for ourselves. Getting a bunch of backwoods old-timers together into one room is always fantastically interesting, as I was delightfully reminded at a recent Trappers’ event. I’m sure there were many impossibly improbable, but undoubtedly true, wilderness stories to be shared–and a whole lot of kindred spirits.

  2. Joel Rosenbaum says:

    A memory of Saranac Lake High School: I was a member of the Massena High School class of 195i, and our athletic teams had Saranac Lake on the schedule. I
    was on the Track team, and also the Ski Team. I distinctly remember that the best
    runners in the league were from Saranac Lake. I ran the sprints (100 and 220 yards)
    and John Navin from Saranac Lake, who I ran against, did the 100 yd dash in
    9.8-9.9 seconds. This was an amazing time for a high school runner. My best times were when I ran against Navin and came in second! I often wonder what happened to
    John Navin. He was fast.

    Our ski team skied against Saranac lake high school at Mt Pisgah. We usually won that meeting as we had the Barstow Brothers from Massena (Fred, Russell and Tom)
    on our team. Fred, later, was on the Dartmouth Ski Team, Russell skied for UVm, and
    Tom went to St Lawrence.

    Thanks, Richard Monroe, for another great memory column!

  3. louis curth says:

    Richard Monroe’s reflections about the recent ranger story telling at the VIC
    rekindled many fond memories for me as I read his account of this event.

    It is worth pondering the wisdom of Col. William F. Fox, who, back in 1899, called for the creation of a patrol force of “forest rangers”. Each ranger to be assigned to a geographic area called a ranger district where he and his family (There were no women rangers back then – just ranger wives working for free!) would live, work and become part of the fabric of the community.

    This system of locally grounded agents worked well for the rangers, but it also benefitted our local rural communities by adding steady, good paying jobs and by expanding the pool of talented people who over time inevitably became involved in all phases of local community life. The infusions of new ranger blood came into the ranks from veterans of W.W. I and II, from those who passed through the CCC camps of the depression era, from the graduates of the ranger school and Paul Smith’s College, and most recently from commendable efforts to broaden the diversity of the ranger force to make it more representative of our state’s future population.

    May today’s forest rangers always be mindful of this tradition of dedicated service which has continued for more than a century to the benefit of all. Know that those of us who went before you stand with you in that spirit of public service.

  4. Scott van Laer says:

    Link to most of the lecture…