
This is from a
photo taken on a hike into Avalanche Pass many years ago. The boys were
climbing the Trap Dike up Colden while Gino and I revisited Avalanche
Lake, one of our favorite places. On the left Colden’s cliffs drop
almost vertically into the lake, and they are mirrored on the right with
the steep ledges of Avalanche Mountain and Algonquin rising above. There
are wooden walkways attached to the cliffs, where the whisper of a hiker
can return again and again as an echo. That day we were quietly eating
our lunches next to the lake and drinking in the beauty of the scene
when we noticed the lone silver tree and johnboat. Even though the tree
no longer had life, it was still a beautiful creation. We assumed the
boat was for the forest rangers’ use.
A few
years back, the remnants of hurricane Floyd traveled through the
Adirondacks and the side of Colden gave way in the torrential rains. It
filled the approach to the Pass with downed trees and mud. With much
effort a path was cut so hikers can again trek through, but we haven’t
been there since it happened. I would love to see it again but also
like to hang on to the memory of how it was.