Snowpocolypse – or How I'll Enjoy the Weekend

63.5″ is a lot of snow. I don’t care where you are or where you’re from.  It’s not unheard of in the north country but for the southern areas which are getting slammed right now, it’s a ton.  Some of these cities only see 12″ of snow for a whole season, others only see a few inches occasionally.  to get almost 70″ in one week… wow.   The biggest problem is their lack of equipment.

Take a look at the satellite aftermath of the storm:

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Looks like a scene from The Day After Tomorrow.

Either way, I’m headed right into the middle of snow country this weekend.  Spending a long weekend at camp snowmobiling and otherwise enjoying the winter weather and beautiful scenery.

60″ sounds like nothing but fun to me.  If you live in this area of the country, you need to have outdoor winter hobbies.

I’ll see you from the top of littl blue!

Eddie & Jack "Legs" Diamond

Looking for possible reasons why the Diamond Sportsmen Club was renamed from the Barney Pond Club I stumbled across the story of Eddie & Jack “Legs” Diamond.  It probably has no correlation with the Diamond Sportsmen club but it’s an interesting story from the Adirondacks so I thought I’d share it.

Apparently Saranac Lake, a town just down the road from the Diamond Sportsmen Club, was an international center for the the treatment of pulmonary tuberculosis.  I had no idea.  Either way, that’s the basis of the story of Eddie Diamond & “Legs”.

Brotherly love showed soft side of notorious hood
By Bill McLaughlin

It’s eminently understandable! An aura of secrecy always surrounded Jack “Legs” Diamond’s visits to Saranac Lake.

He had already earned the title “Clay Pigeon of the-Underworld” having been riddled with shotgun pellets on seven separate occasions, the most slugs his slender body had ever absorbed at one time was 81 during a shootout at Cairo, N.Y.

It was accepted as inevitable that Legs would die “by the sword” as he had lived that way ail his young life. It was just a matter of “when?”

Enemies from both sides of the law had him continually in focus, and with guns cocked whenever and wherever he was spotted.

His gangland cronies depended upon his masterful handling of the Prohibition intricacies. His equation for success was 200 percent profit for 100 proof booze!

When FDR as governor launched an all out war on the colorful felon the Volstead authorities catalogued his liquid assets at $10 million dollars stored in widely scattered warehouses.

If illicit suppliers leaned too heavily on him, he paid his debts in lead. He was hated, feared, admired and generally targeted for extinction.

Legs had one soft spot in his heart. He loved his brother Eddie and would have sacrificed every nickel he owned to bring him back to health. Tuberculosis had ravaged Eddie, who was not nearly as tough and durable as Legs.

Jack sent his brother to various western sanatoria to cure but with little success or improvement recorded. He ordered Eddie to Colorado on one occasion and belatedly found out that hit men were setting him up as a means of vengeance against Legs, who had angered some top professionals including Arnold Rothstein. Legs quickly put his own plan in motion calling in some regional IOUs. When the smoke had cleared five gangland victims were laid out in the Denver morgue. None of them was Eddie.

Jack was familiar with all convenient Prohibition routes between New York City, Albany and Montreal. The bootleg arteries ran close to Saranac Lake. The community was widely recognized as a tuberculosis haven and the prevalent Trudeau legends indicated that cures were attainable at high attitudes.

With the double worry of Eddie’s failing health and the Colorado experience, Legs wanted him closer to home where he could keep an eye on things.

Since the name “Trudeau” signified progress in halting the dreaded white plague, Jack put Eddie, under the care of Dr. Francis B. Trudeau with the admonition that his brother should have the very best medical expertise possible and that expense was no object.

From time to time, Legs would be reported in the village disguised as a heavily-veiled woman or wearing the habit of a nun. Scarves were also worn around the face to protect from the cold.

His favorite hotel was the Riverside Inn, a five-minute taxi ride to No. 6 Shepard Avenue, the “Hemorrhage Hill” section where a very weakened Eddie was drifting even closer to death’s door.

Doctor Trudeau attended Eddie Diamond from Jan. 8, 1929 to January 14, 1930. His medical report stated that he last saw Eddie alive on Jan. 14 at 10 p.m. He died before midnight.

The report also stated that Eddie had been suffering, from pulmonary tuberculosis for two years and nine months, and that the disease had finally spread to his intestinal tract. It was listed as a contributing cause of death.

There was no autopsy. Willis Currier, a local undertaker (license- 509) prepared the body for shipment to New York City acting on orders of Charles Higgins, of 7901 4th Ave., Brooklyn.

A very special “truce” of respect was in effect among rival gangsters at the metropolitan funeral home where Eddie was laid out amid floral splendor.

Gangland’s elite (gunless) hobnobbed with cops who infiltrated the mortuary rooms looking for “most wanted” suspects who might turn up at such a function.

Edward Diamond was 27 years, 6 months and 5 days old when he expired that winter night on Shepard Avenue. He left a widow, Catherine Donahue Diamond, and a son, Johnnie.

But Legs of the charmed life was to follow shortly. He was shot through the head several times by unknown assailants on Dec. 18, 1931 at about 5 o’clock in the morning as he lay drunk in bed at his Dove St. rooming house in Albany.

Perhaps stranger still and nearly as rapid was the departure of Leg’s wife, Alice, who was also shot by person or persons unknown. She had been drinking coffee at her kitchen table in Brooklyn on June 30,1933, when. a visitor placed a .38-calibre pistol to her temple and fired once.

Once was enough. Alice was 33 at the time of her death.

Saranac Lake occasionally has reason to treasure bits of selective notoriety and. colorful anecdotes with cosmopolitan appeal But all too often these sequences of historical fact, are being lost and are rarely recoverable in their original mint condition.

Originally posted on HSL Wiki.

Horseshoe Lake

Man I love it up here!

There’s three ways into Horseshoe Lake but I can only recommend one of them in good conscience. Riding the railroad tracks is no fun. Not unless they’re groomed. The first few miles from Conifer to Horseshoe were groomed and beautiful. 55mph was nothing. Then the groomer turned around and holy cow, forget it! We toughed it out but I almost wished we’d turned around right there. Washboard the whole way.

If you want to go to Horseshoe I recommend taking 7A right to the front door.

On our way back up 7A (the way we should have come in) we met Wes and Donald. Kinda funny meeting someone you know miles and miles in the middle of nowhere.  We stopped and said hello for a few minutes and then went our separate ways.  Back to Diamond by way of

Not sure what I think about possibly taking the railroad to Tupper Lake to get us to Lake Placid for that trip… we’ll see. might have to wait for a day with some fresh snow and hope for a groomer.

A good day of riding, around 100 miles. Horseshoe is a pretty little lake, but I’d stay off the railroads to get there if I were you.

Miles on the sled this season: 198

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Snowmobiling season has begun, and with a frenzy. The Adirondacks have been good to us this year. The snow came a bit later than usual but there hasn’t been a major thaw yet which makes for some ideal conditions, with a good solid frozen base and constant snow.

Mile zero started right where it should, the Toy Shed. Didn’t put on a whole lot of miles today, just 25 around the diamond property, but the riding was phenomenal and it felt good to be out again.

Having the shed will make things a lot nicer. Now that we can properly store at least 4 sleds we can leave them up here all season. Needless to say, I’m prepared for a lot of riding this year.

Plans are in the works to make a (snowmobile) trip to Whiteface Mountain from camp. It’ll be a long ride, but very beautiful I’m sure.

Cant wait for tomorrow’s ride, wherever it takes us.

Miles on the sled this season: 25

Founding of the Diamond Sportsmens Club

I like to see land in the Adirondack State Park stay private instead of going to the state.  That might sound odd because it restricts use, but you see I grew up in that private sector of the Adirondack State Park and I understand how remote it is.  Once the state takes it over there’s no development allowed anymore and it hardly ever gets used by the public.  In my experience most of these remote properties only get used by the original clubs after it becomes state land.

Therefor, I’d rather see the state keep the tax base income (we are short on funds aren’t we?) around and keep the land in the private owners hands to keep the usage up.

Found this article recently written at the time the Diamond Sportsmen Club purchased their land and thought it was interesting.

Written by Carol W LaGrasse, February 2001

While environmentalists salivated over the prospects of acquiring the land for permanent government ownership, Diamond Sportsmen’s Club succeeded in signing a binding contract during 2000 to purchase the 3,283 acres surrounding scenic Barney Pond near South Colton.

The club is looking for more members to make the club thrive. Each person contributing the one-time fee of $5000 will receive a transferable membership certificate, according to the spokesmen for the club, Richard Todd and his fellow officers. They plan to have about 125 to 150 hunting and fishing club memberships and 75 to 100 recreational memberships.

“Your foresight and good judgment are something your family, children and grandchildren will appreciate for years to come,” say officers of the Diamond Sportsmen’s Club in their notice to reach out for recreational members, hunting and fishing club members of their club.

The club, which used to be known as the Barney Pond Club, has signed a contract with Lothair, Inc. for $1,360,000 to purchase the property. This winter, they said that they are taking possession immediately and paying the corporation as memberships are sold.

After first offering memberships to the Barney Pond Club members, they have opened up memberships to the public, and announced that hunting club memberships, camps, building sites, and camper sites will be available on a first come, first served basis.

According to their flyer, the recreational memberships allow the opportunity to have camper parking sites, use of miles of trails and roads for four-wheelers, snowmobiles, hiking, cross-country skiing, two picnic areas (one on Barney Pond), use of a pavilion, horseshoe pits, swings, basketball, archery range, rifle range, berry picking, canoeing, photography, orienteering or just plain relaxing.

The hunting and fishing club membership have the opportunity to own permanent camps, according to the announcement about the club. This form of membership allows the opportunity to hunt for whitetail deer, black bear, turkey, ducks, geese, rabbits, and partridge. Fishing in the 37.8 acre pond affords a chance to catch large mouth bass, which were stocked in 1993 and are thriving. The largest so far was 20 inches and 4-1/2 pounds. Their large dock allows fishing for bullhead and pan fish.

“You should be interested if you want to own a camp you can improve without threat of someone taking it away,” say the officers of the club in their announcement.

The entrance to the club is about 3.6 miles south of South Colton on Route 56, with the club located in the township of Parishville, in St. Lawrence County, within the Adirondack Park.

For more information, contact Richard Todd (315) 386-4013 or Bob Hunt (315) 265-0468.

Originally provied by Property Rights Foundation of America.

It was also really neat to see the way parts of the club looked at the time of purchase.

Diamond Sportsmen's Club Camp

campI’m not sure how this happened but I don’t believe I’ve mentioned my parents new haven here yet. A few years back we lost our second camp (also not mentioned her as of yet) to a leasing issue and my parents decided they’d had enough. Next time, they’d buy one.  For about two years, my family had been on the market. They hadn’t been actively looking, but things had cropped up here and there without anything very enticing.

Last summer things changed. My father heard about this little camp on a somewhat large privately owned club that was up for sale. I’m not sure what it was exactly but something caught his eye so he high-tailed it up there to check it out and liked it so much that he brought my mother up a few days later.

IMG_2004They had actually seen the ad for the same camp the previous fall but thought it was overpriced.  After a winter of not selling the price fell and after seeing the ad for the second time they are now the proud new owners of their own little slice of the Adirondack Pie.

A little over a year later and the camp has given us many new friends, one nice Buck, a new four-wheeler, a few thousand miles on the snowmobiles, 2 tired puppies, and too many feasts to count.

As the second year of ownership begins, we’re (almost) done with first major camp project.  A nice big Toy Shed to keep everything dry.  Now it’s time to relax, shoot some bucks, enjoy the camp over the winter and prep for next year.

The camp is perfect size for two people, but when you add another two (or three) and some huskies, it gets a little cramped. Next year we plan to more than double the size, two new bed rooms and a larger living space later and we should be all set.

Can’t wait. I love spending time up there almost as much as my father does.

The Toy Shed

shed-6Rachel and I were gone on an awesome vacation for 3 weeks this summer.  By the time we got back, my father was full-swing into building his new shed for camp.  The rest of my summer was spent at camp (oh no), helping him put it up.  It felt like every weekend but was probably only every other.  Some days we made progress, other days we just relaxed in the mountains.  Either way you look at it though, we were within the blue line so did it really matter?

We call it the shed, but It should probably be called a barn.  It’s not built like the typical plywood thrown-together mess you can buy almost anywhere.  It’s built to last, Adirondack style.  Amish raw cut real 2×4’s and all.  In a lot of ways, it might be over-engineered and over-thought, but it’s good to do things that way sometimes.  My dad did most of the work himself. I helped a bit with the roof, siding and hanging the doors.  My Uncle and my cousin helped a bit with the roof and the siding, and a friend at camp dug out the hillside and leveled out some of our lot with his equipment.  All that’s left is some tin in a few places and some paint!

My dad likes to call it the “Toy Shed” or the “Toy Barn” or the “Toy House,” whichever name fits his fancy at the moment.  We even had a sign made for it.  That’s because it’s intended to house our snowmobiles, 4-wheelers and whatever else we come up with.  Oh, it’s also intended to house the tools and equipment we’ll need for next years project, the camp addition.

We’re gonna need help though.  So if you’re up for some hard work next spring/summer at a beautiful location, let me know.  Remember, the more you help out the more likely we’ll be to invite you up to relax!

A bit of the construction process:

Otterpated

IMG_1864A few weeks ago while I was up at camp I saw some Otters.  As far as I can remember I’ve only ever seen an Otter one other time in the wild.  That time they were playing and sliding down the hill into Moldy Pond.  This time, they were doing something a little more… special.

They were so twitterpated they didn’t even notice me chasing them down through the woods and then standing about 20 feet from them.  They played and fished and ran and I’m fairly confident they were mating.  It was nothing short of awesome.  It all happened so fast I barely got any pictures fired off, but a few came out.

I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite like it before or since.

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Mountains Snow and Four strokes

When we got to camp last night conditions were better than we could have hoped. Easily two feet of snow on the level and trails freshly groomed. Unfortunately it was midnight and -10 outside so we promptly hit the hay to prepare for the ride ahead.

This morning one of the other diamond sportsman club members (Chuck Ferrel) stopped by on their way to the Backwoods Inn (previously known as Hams).  After some chat about where they were headed we decided to join them.

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We were going right by Little Blue Mountain so we went on up the trail. I say this every time but it was the clearest I’ve ever seen it on top. Usually, if it’s clear, White Face Mountain is just visible through some haze. Today, there was no haze and White Face looked clear as could be.

There wasn’t as many people there as usual but on the way down we met a guy who was having problems getting his sled started. It was an Arctic Cat T660 four stroke with a dead battery and no pull start. No pull start!? Yep, seems since it’s a four stroke there’s too much compression to pull it over so they don’t even bother including one. I’m pretty sure there won’t be any of these sorts of sleds in my future. I wouldn’t want to be stuck out in the woods with a dead battery or a blown starter like that guy.  To make it worse he wasn’t even smart enough to bring jumper cables!

NOTE: this post is pre-dated, as it was written but not posted in the mountains since there is no data connection.