Evelyn Greene is a self-taught naturalist who has lived near and in North Creek since 1976. She writes about the flora, fauna and other native and natural features of the Adirondacks and leads trips for friends and relatives to see them. These rambles often involve lightweight, solo Hornbeck canoes which are ideal for exploring wild backcountry waters, especially bog ponds.
Greene has been a board member of Adirondack environmental groups since 1990 and has been active in invasive plant control since 1998. She participated in a total of 11 years of the NYS Breeding Bird Atlas, helped with the Huntington Ecological Center bird survey for many years, locates interesting plants for botanists, photographers and field guide authors, and is a local contact for the identification of puzzling sightings.
Greene is 46er #110, having finished climbing the 46 Adirondack High Peaks in 1956 with her mother and three siblings during week-long backpack trips, most of them shortly after the 1950 blowdown. She is happy to stay in the valley trails now, walking at a pace at which she and her companions do not miss anything new, puzzling, or amusing.
In the old days, 30 years ago, frazil ice started floating down the Hudson River by late November, collecting and backing up from Warrensburg to The Glen by late December.
This year, 2020, it was February before it was cold enough for the “hanging dams” to do their thing. » Continue Reading.
Maybe this was another over-ambitious canoe trip, like the one that I had undertaken with the same naturalist friend in late June. At mid-seventies and late sixties perhaps we two women should have been following a strong young person pulling our boats, or more sensibly, home walking the dog. But modern, light-weight canoes and carriers tempted us to test our limits. We have never been serious sports enthusiasts, I myself never using anything more than boots and sticks of one kind or another for exercise, so our limits were set fairly low.
The plan was to meet at Bonnie’s house at 8:30, but neither of us could sleep in the early morning, from excitement – or fear? So we left her house an hour early in her husband’s truck, luckily, as much of the 3.2 mile road to the parking area for the Boreas Ponds was rough. » Continue Reading.
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