AZURE MOUNTAIN STORIES
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|April 2, 2002
My father was on the mountain from 1940-42. The pictures enclosed are
copies of the few that I have found in my mothers album. I have written
the information as I know it to be on the backs of the pictures.
We used to go up the mountain when school was out every summer. At the
time, we would get a few visitors every summer. We didn’t get a lot of
people because it was at war time and gas was rationed. The Forbes
owned a camp at the end of road as you turn into the mountain, before
yu go to the LaMere’s camp, coming from the Falls.
Every day I used to climb the mountain to bring my father his lunch. I
used to stay and watch the eagles fly from Cat Mountain where they
nested. The eagles were hunting for food. Once in a while they used to
land on the telephone pole near the tower. We would see all kinds of
deer in the morning and every evening. We would see partridge nests,
hatching new eggs going up the mountain to the tower. In the evening
we’d sit and listen to the killdeers (birds) and whipporwills.
The days it was too foggy or raining and we couoldn’t see from the
tower, we’d cut wood and trim bushes from the trails. On the telephone
trail, I saw the biggest deer all in velvet that I’ve ever saw. It was
a buck and we stood and looked at each other for a minute or so and
then we both went in opposite ways. I was about 11 or 12 years old. My
father spotted fires and would call Bill LaMere who was a fire agent
and he would call the right people to go fight the fire. Mr. Camp was
their boss at the time. He had a son Gene.
We use to fish in a couple of ponds behind Wheelers camp behind the
salt licks. Behind Forbes camp we use to go pick leeks and crinkle
root. We’d also fish in the St. Regis river behind Forbes camp. Also
One time Stanley and Rubert Rockhill came up the mountain with their
mothers and sisters. Edgar (my brother) and I and Stanley and Rubert
climbed the back side of the mountain where the cliffs were. Rubert
started to slide off and couldn’t stop and Edgar grabbed him and
stopped his fall.
On the top of the mountain, there use to be a big egg shaped stone and
offers were made that who ever could push it over with their bare hands
would get $100. It’s probably still there today. These are the things I
remember off hand. Other things may come to me and I’ll write them down
and send them to you. I took my wife up the mountain on our honeymoon
in May 1955.
Albert La Gray