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10 Days & Nights in the Adirondack Park


A treehouse glows in the dark under Adirondack skies, and the Milky Way takes shape overhead.

We recently had the opportunity to spend 10 days and nights in the Adirondack Park relaxing under the stars. There certainly is plenty to do in the Adirondack Mountains; fabulous museums, extreme sports, hiking, climbing, competing, shopping, eating…you get the idea, we however, did none of these things. Instead we kicked our feet up and spent ten days unwinding and catching up with some great friends and family. We covered a lot of ground from Lowville to Inlet, visited a real Adirondack Great Camp, wandered around some of the local towns, and took time to appreciate the details. Of course we never travel anywhere without the trusty camera, and after a midnight encounter with a concerned neighbor, we began choosing our night photography locations a little more carefully. All in all, the trip was a success, and we returned home feeling rested, rejuvenated and ready to edit all of the photos we took. Here are some of the highlights:


Chases Lake




A Hummingbird is perched on top of a feeder in the Adirondack Park.


Bird watching out the window of Rusty P’s – a hometown diner in the Adirondack Park.


Berries grow on the shores of Chases Lake in Watson, New York


Adirondack nights under a blanket of stars.


Beaver Lake


Beaver Lake


A real Adirondack Great Camp from the 1920s.


Funky bohemian interior of an Adirondack Great Camp from the 1920s.


Beaver Lake


Fifth Lake in Inlet. Carvings on the donated boards of the public dock denote the names and messages of the people who donated them.


Seventh Lake


Ranger shows a stick who’s boss as the sun goes down on Seventh Lake.


Seaplanes on Seventh Lake


Seventh Lake Lily Pads


Lola is soaking up the sunshine.


Seventh Lake


A bridge on Seventh Lake


Seventh Lake at night


A Sunny Sunday Morning

Into The Woods

Into the woods, Then out of the woods - And happy ever after! I have been listening to a redonkulous amount of Show tunes lately...redonkulous.

Sunday morning showed it’s face with a bright sunny smile in the Adirondack Park this week. The sky was a deep sapphire and everything was drenched in a rich, deep golden glow. As I often do, I found myself driving around looking for scenes to shoot with my favorite co-piolets, Scottie and Mr. Jackson.

Dirt Road

One of a zillion dirt roads in the Adirondack's that lead to something that could be considered kind of charming...or kind of creepy.

From car to boat, we moved into kayaks and took to the water. By land…and by sea!

Morning Moon

A morning moon over a small, quiet lake in the Adirondack Mountains

I love mornings like this!

Xtreme Shenanigans


Kayakers head toward the action on the Beaver River Labor Day weekend

It seems as though a Labor Day tradition has been established in our small family, The Beaver River Fest. Again this year, we attended one of the dam releases in Taylorville, accompanied by numerous hardcore adrenaline junkies from across the country. While we only stayed for a short time this year, I managed to get some great shots of the action. Check them out!


No Splash?


Don't Go Chasin' Waterfalls


Hardcore Ginger






Making it look easy...

Read more from our adventures last year, here:  iloveupstatenewyork.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/235/

or check out some of the footage I took of last year’s event, here:
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and a pretty sweet (and much longer) video of this year’s event, shot with a helmet cam, here: http://vimeo.com/28599476

Xtreme-Labor Day


Every Labor Day weekend, electric companies in the North Country open their reservoirs and kayakers come from around the country to ride the magnificent man-made currents. Also known as Beaver River Fest, this event may be one of the most exciting and fast paced in the Adirondack Park all year. Last year, Scottie, Jackson and I went to witness this extraordinary event and document what we saw. In honor of the pending event this weekend, I am posting some highlights…best of’s, if you will. For more information on the upcoming event, check out the Northeast Paddler’s Message Board here: http://www.npmb.com/cms2/e107_plugins/wrap/wrap.php?10 and scroll down to New York. Happy paddling!

Paddle Fest

Mom & I

Mom & I hanging out for a bit

Paddle Fest comes but once a year, and this year the festivities fell on Saturday, August 6th. Scott and I met my mom and her friend, Martha up in Lowville to see what the event was all about. We showed up around 9am where we received a number for the side of the boat, a card with 11 questions, and a bag with miscellaneous SWAG inside of it (like sunscreen…). Once the boats were in the water we were off on an 11.2 mile paddle down the Black River. Every mile there was an inflatable pool toy, which contained multiple choice answers to the questions on the card we were given at the start point. The questions were related to the Black River and the surrounding area.

While I am a HUGE lover of scavenger hunts and trivia, I found it nearly impossible to juggle a piece of paper and a pen while trying to keep my kayak out of the path of other rowers. My paper was soaked within the first 30 seconds of being in the kayak. I quickly abandoned the question and answer portion of Paddle Fest and began snapping photos of everything around me.


Questions were handed out at the beginning of the trip and at every mile an inflatable pool toy was anchored with a set of multiple choice answers.

The Black River is mostly surrounded by farmland which made for an interesting landscape, replete with all earthy tones you could imagine. Beautiful rolling green pastures, warm brown dirt and the cool slate blue/green waters were dotted with the candy colored kayaks everywhere you looked. The shocking pinks, brilliant oranges and neon yellows added an air of excitement to the placid scenery and made for some pretty great subject matter.

Long View

Kayaks on the Black River for Paddlefest 2011

Scottie and I sang Flogging Molly and Bob Marley songs as we paddled down the river, and met new people as they floated by. At the halfway mark, a local restaurant had set up an enormous grill and was selling pulled pork sandwiches, burgers, beverages and snacks. Scottie returned to his kayak with a predictable fist full of skittles. I was feeling pretty awesome by the time we reached the halfway point and I thought to myself, “God, this is fun! Why the hell are we only doing this once a year?”.

Middle Mark Bridge

This bridge marked the mid-way point of our trek down the river.

It was around mile 8 when I felt confident that I was ready to call it quits. I was tired and hot, my arms and hands hurt and I was no longer in the mood to sing songs or be friendly. I started swearing a lot. Scott didn’t look too thrilled either. He had blisters on his thumbs from paddling and kept muttering something about how I predictably took the “good” kayak (I totally did). Mom looked tired too. Only Martha seemed to have maintained the sunny disposition she started the trip with. By the time we reached the end, my arms and shoulders were so sore I was walking around like a T-Rex. Scottie’s thighs had been totally burnt to a crisp, which made him look completely ridiculous, however he wasn’t in the mood to be mocked, which I learned quickly.


Scottie suffered significant sun damage to his tender thighs...-50 HP!

While we waited on the shore for my dad to come and pick us up and return us to the house where hot showers, comfortable couches and dinner awaited us, we sat on the banks of the Black River and talked smack about the police who had showed up on their Jetski’s for the last 3 mile leg of the trip. Our attitudes had turned sour and stayed that way. I thought I may never smile again…or lift my arms.

The next day, I was less sore than I had anticipated but still so tired that I took a 4 hour nap in the middle of the day. Scott wasn’t in much better shape. Only Dad and our dog, Mr. Jackson (who had stayed behind for this adventure) seemed to be able to face the next day with that certain joie de vivre that weekends are made of. Perhaps this was the exact reason that Paddle Fest  is held but once a year.

Tea time

Afternoon Tea?


Rafted 5 deep

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