Let’s get the elephant in the room addressed right off the bat: Anthony’s Nose has an odd name. Here’s one story I came across in Kiddle that describes how it got it: “Pierre Van Cortlandt, who owned this mountain, said it was named for a pre-Revolutionary War sea captain, Anthony Hogan. This captain was reputed…
A couple of weeks ago I stopped at Rogers Island Visitor Center in Fort Edward, New York. I knew the place wasn’t open but I wanted to at least stop for a moment, look around and give a nod to the legacy of Robert Rogers, who used this island as a launching place for much…
When I was a child I thought of Boston, Lexington and Concord as the place where the bulk of the Revolutionary War was fought. Of course, that’s not accurate at all; it’s the place where it started. Or rather, where the underlying tensions felt across the thirteen colonies erupted into open rebellion and eventually violent…
In the Southeastern corner of Brooklyn, New York is an oddly-named village named Gravesend. The definitive origin of the name is lost to history, but it’s generally agreed that it comes from the Dutch phrase “Count’s Beach”. This was part of New Amsterdam in the 17th century, and it remains one of the only place…
What’s Up is Down While it makes sense that to go up a river or a lake that is fed by a stream or river, intuitively when you live in the Northeast you think of going up the river as going north or west. That’s because the majority of rivers that flow to the sea…
The longest bridge in New York State from 1955 until it was replaced in 2017 was the Governor Malcolm Wilson Tappan Zee Bridge, or the abbreviated Tappan Zee. I’ve crossed this bridge countless times, but don’t remember the occasion of the last time I crossed it. I do know that it was sometime in 2017,…
Up the River Reading the history of Henry Hudson, James Cook and other explorers who were looking for the Northwest Passage across North America, I marvel at the logistics of sailing square-rigged ships up rivers like the Hudson River or the St. Lawrence Seaway. Sailing in narrow corridors with strong currents, questionable winds with the…
They’re back. The rebel bike gang of the skies have come back to New Hampshire. Where I once filled my bird feeders once or twice a week, I have to fill them daily when these swarms of Red Winged Blackbirds and Common Grackles come to town. They swarm the feeders and you can almost watch…