Herbert F. Keith lives between two worlds and is at home in both. His is the last mown lawn at the edge of the village. South of the iron stakes that mark his property line are twenty-one air miles of unbroken Adirondack forest preseve, all the way past the headwaters of the Oswegatchie and the Beaver Stillwater to Big Moose.
His book tells the story, in words and forty-two cherished photographs of the unique community of Wanakena, a lumber camp that grew into a village that can no longer grow because of the surrounding forest preserve; of the guides of the Oswegatchie River, Wilfred Morrison in particular; of the great green forest that has survived logging, fire blowdown, and the use and abuse of the sportsmen.
Herbert F. Keith lives between two worlds and is at home in both. His is the last mown lawn at the edge of the village. South of the iron stakes that mark his property line are twenty-one air miles of unbroken Adirondack forest preseve, all the way past the headwaters of the Oswegatchie and the Beaver Stillwater to Big Moose.
His book tells the story, in words and forty-two cherished photographs of the unique community of Wanakena, a lumber camp that grew into a village that can no longer grow because of the surrounding forest preserve; of the guides of the Oswegatchie River, Wilfred Morrison in particular; of the great green forest that has survived logging, fire blowdown, and the use and abuse of the sportsmen.Paperback
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