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Articles by Jane Mackintosh
Gone: Missing on Whiteface
Photograph courtesy of the Olympic Regional Development Authority Last year on a February afternoon, Danny Filippidis left Whiteface Mountain’s Mid-Station Lodge, clicked into his red Volkls and skied away. According to the Canadian Press, he’d told his friends, a group of fellow Toronto firefighters on their annual Adirondack ski trip, that he wanted to fetch his phone at the bottom of the mountain. And then he disappeared.
Remembering Elizabeth Folwell
Photograph by Nancie Battaglia I was four years into ski bumming and two years out of college when I met Betsy in the summer of 1993. I got tipped off that she was at Desperado’s, in Lake Placid, eating dinner; I walked in and asked for an internship. Never mind that she only accepted undergrads. She took pity and made an exception.
Adirondack Life Magazine
Cherry Patch Pond photography by Johnathan Esper Light has remarkable, changeable qualities in the Adirondacks. In winter it can be pink, floating warmth over a chill landscape, or blue, tinting a blank canvas of snow to mirror an austere sky. In summer, light has depth and heft to it, a physical intensity that bears down like gravity or hauls a scene right into the viewer’s eyes and brain.
Adirondack Life Magazine
Home gardeners embrace optimism each spring. Market growers combine informed aspiration with hard reality. Jeffrey Rugen, with 15 acres and eight greenhouses, lives in Hope. The week after a spring storm dumped more than a foot of snow on his place, knocking out the power and forcing him to tend to generators reluctant to keep the hothouses warm, Jeffrey said, “Farming is not as romantic as people think.” His Hope Valley Farm is tucked amid the hills and creeks of southern Hamilton County.
Adirondack Life Magazine
by | August 2023, History Last summer, I was delighted to discover an article in this magazine about how the Caroga Arts Collective is bringing a musical revival to long-shuttered Sherman’s Amusement Park in Caroga Lake. Caroga Lake, my mother’s small hometown in Fulton County, has been dear to me my whole life. I lived there summers with my family when I was young. Many of my relatives were year-round residents; some still are. Sherman’s is also dear.
Adirondack Life Magazine
by | Guide to the Great Outdoors 2023, Home & Camp Illustration by Mike Reddy Based on the southern cuppa-cuppa- cuppa-style cobbler, this is my method for making a cake-like dessert when I don’t bring a Dutch oven. The butter melted into the pan before adding the batter will seep over the sides of the pan, creating an amazing caramelized crispy chewiness while the berries cook into intense pops of flavor—yet the center stays soft and barely set.
Adirondack Cryptids: Champy vs. Bigfoot
Illustration by Jesús Sotés Description: A Captain Crum, who navigated the lake in 1819, told a tale of an almost 200-foot-long black monster with three teeth and a star on its forehead. Sandra Mansi, the photographer behind a hotly debated 1977 image of “Champy,” compared the creature to a dinosaur. Sightings: More than 300 have been reported since 1819, including a 19th-century railroad crew whose possible group hallucination was covered in The New York Times. (Samuel D.
Adirondack Life Magazine
Terry Watson is usually much more careful. But when the chance to skitter across frozen Copperas Pond in search of big lake trout presented itself one spring day a few years back, the veteran Adirondack guide couldn’t refuse. In the course of Terry’s 60-plus years fishing the North Country, ice fishing for lake trout has gone from being a much-anticipated winter treat to a legally actionable transgression.
Adirondack Life Magazine
Adirondack Life’s Elizabeth Folwell on the ghosts of Blue Mountain Lake This time at Cold River—the last time—his touch was light as pollen, no snapped twigs or bootprints on the familiar trail. It was the place Gordon returned to no matter where he was, Blue Mountain Lake or Tahawus, a tiny clearing with a cabin no bigger than a queen-size bed, notched logs standing teepee style, another shed with the necessaries of Noah John’s life.
Adirondack Life Magazine
When the Victorian mansion in my neighborhood was swallowed by fire, it crushed the dreams of countless folks who fantasized about living in the landmark above Jay’s rapids.The suspiciousness of the blaze also crushed my sense of security. But it shoved the 65 or so firefighters who appeared after the first plume of smoke onto my radar. That day, brigades from Jay, Upper Jay, Au Sable Forks and Wilmington converged to fight a 1,700-plus-degree fireball that engulfed the balloon-frame house.
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