There are few places left in the eastern states with such limitless opportunities for enjoying such seamless travel. Whether setting off on established land or water trail systems, there are numerous opportunities to journey in almost any direction for over 100 miles distance.
Certainly, this is a major attraction for those who cherish the ability to step out the door to ski, snowshoe, hike, fish, hunt or paddle unfettered for miles in almost any direction.
From my backyard in Ray Brook, I have the opportunity to travel an unbroken stretch of wild lands for over 30 miles south to Newcomb, or 60 miles beyond to Northville. I can hop the railroad bed and ski, snowshoe, sled, hike or bike over 90 miles, all the way to Old Forge.
North of state Route 86 from home, I can trek through the Mackenzie Wilderness to Bloomingdale and Franklin Falls or travel west for 20 or so miles along the Jackrabbit Trail all the way to Paul Smiths or the same distance to the east to Keene.
Unfortunately, I don't take advantage of such adventure opportunities as often as I'd like. It's a common malady, an unlikely affliction that haunts many local residents. Like most others of my species, I tend to migrate toward the familiar, the quick, and the accessible even if it isn't always the easiest.
While I have always enjoyed visiting new lands, I don't take the opportunity to pursue many of the far flung adventures anymore. I'll skate on the Cascades Lakes rather than Lake Champlain or I'll ski over Mackenzie Mountain instead of attempting Lyon Mountain. I'll hunt in the woodlands behind my home rather than the big woods of Hamilton County and I now prefer to cast a fly along tiny Ray Brook rather than tackling of the mighty Hudson.