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That was because in the Adirondack Mountains, 85 miles north of Albany, N.Y., at 6:19 a.m., the earth began to quake...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Campus Rocked by Minor Earthquake | 10/8/1983 | See Source »

...family has asked that contributions, in lieu of flowers, be sent to the Adirondack Mountain Club, at 172 Ridge St., Glen Falls, N.Y. 12801, (Attention; Kim), towards a memorial plaque to be placed at the site of the accident which took Metz's life...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: '82 Grad Dies | 7/6/1983 | See Source »

...sense of place and pace helps. When Teddy believes that the wounded President McKinley will recover and his own plans for the presidency may never succeed, the young Vice President flees to an Adirondack mountaintop: "The clouds parted unexpectedly, sunshine poured down on his head, and for a few moments a world of trees and mountains and sparkling water lay all around him . . . below a ranger was approaching, running, clutching the yellow slip of a telegram. Instinctively, he knew the message the man was bringing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Raw Bones, Fire and Patience | 2/21/1983 | See Source »

...York's Adirondack Mountains, 212 of the 2,200 lakes and ponds are acidic, dead and fishless. Acid rain has killed aquatic life in at least 10% of New England's 226 largest fresh-water lakes. On Cape Cod in Massachusetts, fishery biologists have stopped restocking eight of the area's top ten fishing ponds because the waters are too acidic for young trout to survive in; the onslaught has spurred experimentation with new breeds of acid-resistant fish...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Environment: Storm over a Deadly Downpour | 12/6/1982 | See Source »

LOON LAKE shimmers in the dewy dawn, prose and poetry, beautiful words strung like a creeping vine in a jungle of Adirondack fir. But E. L. Doctorow's images evaporate in the sunlight. He tightly wraps the vine around his totem of America then chops at this wooden monument like a pecking bird. He hunts for seedy answers to those pregnant questions only poets ask. He wants to know who we are, where we have come from, what we look like to ourselves. He whirls in a magical helix around America's spine and in the end he finds that...

Author: By David Frankel, | Title: A Conjurer of Words | 11/8/1980 | See Source »

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