Up to the mountains, down by the lake Far up north, in the heart of the Adirondacks, is a very special place. A village by a lake. Surrounded by mountains with names like Algonquin, Whiteface and Colden. From an eagle’s perspective, they are outlined by trout-rich rivers such as the Sacandaga, Moose and Au Sable. Snow-covered inns, lodges, camps and boat houses interrupt the frozen shoreline in the distance. This place is Lake Placid. The fly fishing tackle, green wooden canoe and varnished birch paddles – full of summer memories – have been put away. Because now it is time for snowshoes and cross-country skis and perhaps ice climbing gear. This is your wilderness retreat from the busy life in Manhattan or Boston. Down the road toward Saranac Lake, and just off the trail to the old stone mill, a black bear, deep in her winter dreams, passes time.