THE NEW ADIRONDACKS 



Saranac Lake, and especially Lake Placid'? I had 

 heard much of both places, and I visited both. At 

 the former I found a large village and a hotel — the 

 Ampersand — the most modern, most luxurious, and 

 most pretentious house in the Adirondack Mountains, 

 under whose electric lights and in whose dark wooden 

 halls and rooms one feels as if in town in midwinter, 

 and at the latter I saw a continuous village surround- 

 ing its lower end, four or five barn-like wooden hotels, 

 and golf, croquet, and tennis in full force. They have 

 golf-links, by the way, at or near all the Adirondack 

 hotels now. There is, however, a portion of the 

 North Woods where the man or woman who, whether 

 or not in search of fish and game, loves the sense of 

 remoteness and the feeling of the wide woods around 

 can still find sport and an idea at least of primeval 

 wildness. I refer to the southwestern and far western 

 sections, and to that central district which lies west of 

 Port Kent and Port Henry. In the former lie the 

 Fulton chain of lakes. Long Lake and Lake Massa- 

 wepie, on whose wooded shores, after a six-mile drive 

 through the virgin forest, I found the best kept and 

 most comfortable hotel in the woods, that of Child- 

 wold. In the latter region are Blue Mountain Lake 

 and a series of lakes and mountains which are still 

 sportsmen's resorts, and from which the railroad is still 

 far distant. 



There are two stand-points from which to view our 

 Northern lakes and mountains to-day. I have treated 



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