October 22 – 24,
The Adirondack League Club,

Posted by: Ryan
10:24PM -- 02.13.2012

In the footsteps of the bark eaters.

Near Old Forge, NY, past a gatehouse, this dirt road goes off into the back country.

After a lot of that you come to this (if you’re staying where we were staying, which was here, and was awesome). The Adirondack League Club was founded way back in the 1890s and even predates the National Park.

We got there and pretty much took off into the woods.

We followed a blue trail up a mountain.

The way was quite well marked.


But well marked.

Just in case though.

We came to the top and climbed this rickety old fire tower.

It felt like two people working together could shake it apart it without much trouble.

The view was probably worth it.

It was an impressively, oppressively gray place.

“Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries.”

Ann was slowing our roll.

Day 2 we went and did some more looking around.

Saw some things.

I’d never seen piney trees turn for fall, but it happens here.

Boating expedition to the Douglas family camp up the lake.

They have a great old cabin that’s been in the family for decades.

The club in its heyday.

Back at the boathouse.

They don’t make them like they used to. In fact, this whole place was a reminder of that.

Mysterious indoor ferns.

Finally the sun came out.

It was beautiful.

So we climbed a different mountain and got to look at this.

And we thought ourselves lucky.