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The mountains of Adirondack Park in northern New York are the high ground. Due to elevation and temperature, the fall change from green to multi-hued occurs prior to that in most other parts of the state. And the thinly-settled park provides opportunities to enjoy natural beauty unspoiled by the hand of man.
We paddled from the lower dam on the Bog River to get to Hitchins Pond. The bright colors of autumn beckoned.
On our approach, intermittent sunshine accented Lows Ridge.
We carried our boats and belongings around Lows Upper Dam.
At our campsite, someone spent a cold night in a tiny tent. 29F that night.
Coffee and sunshine helped get the blood flowing in the morning.
We were soon on our way westward through the Bog River Flow (also called Lows Lake), which was created by the upper dam in 1907.
It is often quite windy on the lake, but we were pleased to encounter placid waters.
Autumn Rorschach test.
After miles of paddling, the short but steep climb up Grass Pond Mountain provided a spectacular view over the lake and beyond.
Others also enjoyed the nice weather and views.
After the long paddle back to our campsite, we laggards were happy to see the others generating smoke indicative of dinner preparations.
The strenuous efforts of the trip to Grass Pond Mountain convinced many in the party that a day of lounging was appropriate. But two hiked to and up Lows Ridge.
Striated foliage viewed from the ridge. The apparent size of the canoe on the water gives one some appreciation for the scale of the view.
To the east lie the Adirondack High Peaks.
Zoom lenses are handy.
After slightly less chilly nights, we paddled back against a frigid wind. The cold had little effect on the beauty encountered. And even less on our memories.
Brilliant!
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Beautiful! Thanks for sharing your adventure ! 🍂
Glad you enjoyed it!
I hope the picture of the guy with the tent set up on the blue tarp was not left like that , because if it was and it rained he would be swimming . Thanks for sharing such great pictures !
He didn’t even last the night. He’s in inexperienced camper and he brought a tent obvious too small for a guy 6′ 5″ and 240. At 4:00 AM he joined me in my Frost River Campfire Tent.
Jim tells the truth. You can probably fit an entire soccer team in his tent.
That maybe a tiny exaggeration.
Thank you for these gorgeous photos. If I can’t be there paddling, at least I can see it through your lens!
Happy to share!
Wonderful photo essay… if one hits the right days in fall, canoe camping is an incredible experience!
Glad to share our good fortune. It was absolutely beautiful.
Beautiful! How blessed you are to live in such a lovely place (not counting the blackflies). Here in central Texas, it hit 100 last week, and most of the leaves turn a muddy brown before falling.
Though happy to be in the Adirondacks, I acknowledge that the Texas Hill Country also has its charms. But 100 degrees F is not one of them.
Glad you enjoyed the photos.
Great story and photos by an accomplished author. Having just left ADK and I miss it already…
C’mon back when it’s two feet deep.
Yes, my wife’s family says I’d have an entirely different outlook in Jan and Feb when I’ve shoveled for the 12th time, or during blackfly season.