My grandfather, Harry Hosley, was a hunting and fishing guide at the northeast end of Racquette Lake for many years. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the trips I made to his camp as a child, traveling through the Adirondack Mountains with my father in his 1949 Chevrolet coupe. This was before the Northway was even somebody’s great idea, when the trip of 130 miles was over two-lane state roads, mainly Route 9 and Route 28, up over Blue Mountain, until we reached Deerland. There we turned off onto a narrow macadam road to make our way the final 9 lonely and sparsely populated miles to the bridge of land between Racquette Lake’s Outlet Bay and Forked Lake where Grandpa and his second wife, Pearl, lived in the old Glassbrook house, a one-time lumber camp.
Read the entire article in the Oct. 8th issue.
