Thomas Cole’s Last Mountain
The artist Thomas Cole died at home in the village of Catskill on February 11, 1848. He had just turned forty-seven years old. Even by 19th-century standards, this seems young. Consider, for example, Cole’s...
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The artist Thomas Cole died at home in the village of Catskill on February 11, 1848. He had just turned forty-seven years old. Even by 19th-century standards, this seems young. Consider, for example, Cole’s...
You can still see it there along the side of a seldom-traveled road in the hamlet of Cornwallville, a haunted house of sorts, or rather a low shed “with a history,” green-shingled and isolate,...
The year 1815 was a difficult one here on the Mountaintop, both for human beings and for wolves. At least that’s the sense one gets from reading Reverend Henry Prout’s Old Times in Windham....
The most prominent landmark in the Catskills is not a mountain but a character by the name of Rip Van Winkle. It’s surprising how many take him to be an historical figure as opposed...
The map, they say, is not the territory, but a map does come in handy when trying to find your way around the territory. The region of the highest peaks in the Catskills—including all...
During the bitter winter of 1843, the artist Thomas Cole made an arduous day trip by sleigh from his home in the village of Catskill to the precipice of Kaaterskill Falls. He and his...
Mr. Tombeaux, an amateur geologist, directs our attention to this roadside Hadean outcrop. Few geological traces of the Hadean Eon remain on Earth. So we look to the Moon. The Lunar geologic timescale has...
The collies wanted to go ghost hunting. So I took them down to the impoundment called Schoharie Reservoir. There they saw the ghost of a creek, drifting wavering deep in the abyss just past...
They called it the “Glory Hole.” Seventy-three feet deep, one hundred forty-two feet in diameter. It took two expensive years of excavation to open the hole, the work being...
Somebody phoned in an order for pizza but Mr. Tombeaux delivered a sentence instead. It tasted like a heavy chain of words. Oh how it clanked going down, going down.
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