National Geographic : 1962 Mar
is, he never sold any; he loved a joke and started the story himself." Roosevelt's journey had begun where ours was to end- at Lake Tear of the Clouds, the highest pond feeding the Hudson. There are, of course, other sources. Motor ists see a sign at Newcomb proclaiming this to be the "Source of Hudson River." Canoe ists and hikers can trace other beginnings 10 to 20 miles farther back into the mountains. We came to one of these at Elk Lake, a little-known gem sprinkled with islets and set in the wilds of the High Peak region of the Adirondack Mountains (next page). The loon has disappeared from many Adi rondack lakes, but we heard its strange and lonely laugh-cry above Elk. And the sound, I felt, belonged here amid the mystery of woods and waters little invaded by man. We glided over a still mirror as dusk deep ened into night, not daring to speak, plying the paddles in complete silence without lift ing them from the water. The spell of the lu minous lake and the velvet-black islands against the lighter gray of high mountains transformed the experience into a dream, an unreality that might be shattered by one 399 WAYNE MILLER, MAGNUM © NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICSOCIETY Part-time cataract boils over a dam at Glens Falls. In dry periods the river often drops below the crest of the dam, and water flows through spillways only. Spring-fed waters entice vacationers to island-studded Lake George. Armies of summer visitors invade the hotels, cottages, and camping sites of this battleground of colonial days. Manes flying, hoofs pounding, trotters battle for position at Saratoga Race way. For a century racing has drawn thousands yearly to Saratoga Springs. Races and mineral waters made the spa a synonym for elegance in the 1800's. In 1777 the turning point of the Rev olution occurred a few miles away, when American Gen. Horatio Gates defeated British Gen. John Burgoyne.