Showing posts with label Fulton Chain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fulton Chain. Show all posts
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Friday, December 05, 2008
A Wedding at Penwood
On August 23, 2008 Robert Gordon Burstein was married to Dajung Chung at Camp Penwood on Fourth Lake. The Clearwater picked up guests at hotels around the Fulton Chain and brought them to the camp, where a ceremony was performed by Rabbi Sheldon Ezring of the Temple Society of Concord, Syracuse, New York. The bride and groom reside in Fort Lee, New Jersey and recently returned from their second wedding with the bride's family and friends in Seoul, South Korea. Congratulations Rob and DJ!
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 11, 2006
Through the Fulton Chain, August 1914
BEAUTIFUL LAKES TRAVERSED BY BROCKPORT NIMRODS
Who Get Near to Nature in a Ten Day Trip in the Adirondacks
August 1914. To H.G. Dobson, "official log keeper" for the canoeing party which also included D.V. Bradley, A.E. Sizer, and A.L. Kimball, we are indebted for the following interesting account of their trip through the Fulton Chain of Lakes.
Although our trip was not taken in the interest of the public, or for any periodical, we are pleased to tell about it, if for no other reason than to see our writings in print. Before we started we had our trip thoroughly planned and were equipped with maps, compasses, firearms and fishing tackle. We left Brockport on Sunday morning, August 2, at four a.m., via auto in order to catch the 5:50 train at Rochester. Our trip through the Adirondack mountains was to start at Old Forge, at which place we had a pleasant visit with Dr. Lindsay formerly of this place. We rented our canoes there and obtained sufficient supplies for our immediate need. Our first camp was made in about 30 minutes, about three miles from Old Forge, near a cool spring. This land was part of a 10000 acre property owned by Lyon DeCamp, who gave us the permission to use the land for camping. We were already in the thick of the forest with no life in sight except the occasional passing of boats on their way to Fourth Lake. Our first rest was broken about two a.m., by the tearing of the paper covering on our "grub" which was hung in a tree. A shot brought the intruder down and showed it to be a porcupine.
We started in good time in the morning planning to save the middle of each day for rest. The trip through Second and Third Lakes was uneventful.
On Fourth Lake, we called at Seymour Point, where is located the summer camp of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Sylvester. Mr. Sylvester might well take pride in showing his estates with its open camp, boat house, rustic bridge, and rustic stairways, crowned with a beautiful home like camp, all make of the hewn spruce with which the place behind the clearing is forested. He brings cold spring water from the woods, and by means of compression system has the whole camp piped with it. He has his own little saw mill, repair shops and plumbing equipment. He receives mail from the boat twice a day including Sunday and a fully stocked grocery boat comes to the door every day but Sunday. And yet will all these conveniences he is in the wilds, for deer graze in his potato patch each night and he has but to open the door to get the "smell of the woods."
Continuing our journey, we went the length of Fourth Lake to Inlet where a tiny stream afforded us passage to Fifth Lake which is little more than a pond. Here comes our first carry which although only half a mile, seemed as hard as any of the longer ones which came later. We were traveling so heavy that it required two trips to transport our whole "duffle". The canoes which naturally would seem to be difficult to carry, were provided at the center with a yoke, just fitting on the shoulders, and were a comparatively easy load. We paddled through Sixth Lake and into Seventh Lake at the end of which we made our second camp. The last mile of this journey was through broken stumps and logs, the channel marked by green shingles placed to right or left.
Between Seventh and Eighth was our second carry of one and one half miles. On this path we found much of interest including an eagle's nest, a platform on the extreme top of a dead pine, possibly 150 feet in height. The birds followed us for a mile scolding us for trespassing on their sacred preserve. Eighth Lake is owned entirely by the state and is the wildest and prettiest of the chain. It is probably three miles long and contains one island. There were probably fifteen to twenty camping parties on the shores, some transients, as we others spending more or less of the whole season. The fishing proved good here and we were rewarded with a hearty meal of bass. Here was another carry of about a mile to Brown's Tract Inlet which consisted of a well "paddled" path through reeds and water lilies. It was little over a mile as the crow flies, but with many turns we went about four before we arrived at Raquette Lake. On the inlet we saw two beaver mounds and we were told that they were now becoming quite numerous, having been introduced and protected by the State.
At Racquette Lake which is on the railroad, originally an old logging road, we learned our first war news. On this lake lives Mr. R.J. Collier, owner of Collier's Weekly, who was receiving a special press service by telegraph. He had given permission for the copies to be posted for the information of the public, so we learned the news up to the minute while we were there. He left while we were on the lake to see Glenn Curtiss to offer him $200,000 to act as War Correspondent for Collier's, and to carry him as passenger. Evidently his purpose failed for the papers have said nothing of the project. Mr. Collier owns one motor boat on the lake which plows through the water at 43 miles and also has a hydroplane at his camp. Our camp on this beautiful island dotted lake was on Indian Point, State Land, and was surrounded by white birches against a background of evergreens. Our second morning on this lake we noted the flags at half mast for the death of Mrs. Woodrow Wilson. We left in the afternoon with a heavy wind blowing at our backs. With our heavy loads, it took continual attention to keep boats headed and even then our boats shipped some water. At the carry between Racquette and Forked, we found a team to make the haul for us.
On each new lake we found new and interesting things and the scenery varied, so that it became not at all monotonous. At the end of Forked Lake, we lost our way for a little while and had to land across a heavily wooded point to get our bearings. We made camp at Racquette river (the lower part) near an old logging camp which is still kept open by the Norwood Co. for the purpose of housing guides and making carries. This carry around Buttermilk Falls and several lengths of rapids, not navigable, was about five miles and was made for us with a team. This old carry brought us through the wildest part of the mountains past the finest trout streams. Mr. La Pell occupied the camp and made the carry for us and in him, as in everyone we met, we found genuine friends who went out of their way to make things pleasant for us. We remarked on this fact several times and finally laid it to the fine mountain air, which made people feel so light hearted and whole souled.
We took up our journey again on Sunday morning, on Long Lake which is nothing but a widening of the river. We passed Deerland and Long Lake, both fashionable resorts reached by attractive automobile routes through the mountains. We made camp that night on West Island on which we found our first unoccupied open camp. Across to the mainland, a quarter of a mile, we found the finest spring we had struck and extremely cold. As we entered Long Lake that Sunday morning, we pass through fields of thousands of while water lilies, to my mind the most beautiful flower that grows. While at this site we witnessed a most peculiar sight, the passing of 14 canoes in the rain. It looked as though the German army was upon us as they came through the narrows. We found later that it was a summer school of boys from eight to twelve years old, who came from Baltimore, Md. We overtook them on the next day's carry and had pleasant visits with them. At the end of the lake we again entered the river, stopping Tuesday night at Axton, another camp leased from the State by Fred Woods, a guide. The spot was formerly used by the Cornell Institution for the study of forestry. There are several unoccupied houses there, any one of which was offered to us for the night. Mr. and Mrs. Woods made us feel as though we had always known them. Mrs. Woods sent us our first taste of fresh milk. Mr. Woods told us of the fishing holes and helped us get ready to go to the river for bullheads, of which we caught a big pailful about 11 p.m. Then he came down to our camp in the morning and showed us how to skin the fish.
Wednesday morning we left on the first leg of our journey, planning to reach Tupper Lake that night. During this run we made two short carries, which cut off the long curves in the river. We passed hundreds of wild ducks and came so close to them it would have been almost possible to touch them with a fish rod. Cranes were also numerous, and we afterward learned that there was a marsh on Tupper Lake on which most of the cranes of the country were hatched. At Tupper Lake we made an interesting trip through the Santa Clara Lumber Co's. mill, which close to 2000 logs a day were cut and the lumber sorted and piled. Here also we had an experience, which tended to mar out pleasures for the last of the trip. As we landed at the Tupper Lake dock, a motor boat brought to our feet a couple of youngsters who had fallen into the water. No heart action was present, even tho we detected a small pulse. We administered artificial respiration, and soon doctors were on the scene to direct us. We worked over an hour before the word was given that there was no hope. We packed our belongings early the next morning and reluctantly boarded the train at Tupper Lake, which was to carry us away. Our mountain vacation is over, but the memories are present, and will long remain with us.
Who Get Near to Nature in a Ten Day Trip in the Adirondacks
August 1914. To H.G. Dobson, "official log keeper" for the canoeing party which also included D.V. Bradley, A.E. Sizer, and A.L. Kimball, we are indebted for the following interesting account of their trip through the Fulton Chain of Lakes.
Although our trip was not taken in the interest of the public, or for any periodical, we are pleased to tell about it, if for no other reason than to see our writings in print. Before we started we had our trip thoroughly planned and were equipped with maps, compasses, firearms and fishing tackle. We left Brockport on Sunday morning, August 2, at four a.m., via auto in order to catch the 5:50 train at Rochester. Our trip through the Adirondack mountains was to start at Old Forge, at which place we had a pleasant visit with Dr. Lindsay formerly of this place. We rented our canoes there and obtained sufficient supplies for our immediate need. Our first camp was made in about 30 minutes, about three miles from Old Forge, near a cool spring. This land was part of a 10000 acre property owned by Lyon DeCamp, who gave us the permission to use the land for camping. We were already in the thick of the forest with no life in sight except the occasional passing of boats on their way to Fourth Lake. Our first rest was broken about two a.m., by the tearing of the paper covering on our "grub" which was hung in a tree. A shot brought the intruder down and showed it to be a porcupine.
We started in good time in the morning planning to save the middle of each day for rest. The trip through Second and Third Lakes was uneventful.
On Fourth Lake, we called at Seymour Point, where is located the summer camp of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Sylvester. Mr. Sylvester might well take pride in showing his estates with its open camp, boat house, rustic bridge, and rustic stairways, crowned with a beautiful home like camp, all make of the hewn spruce with which the place behind the clearing is forested. He brings cold spring water from the woods, and by means of compression system has the whole camp piped with it. He has his own little saw mill, repair shops and plumbing equipment. He receives mail from the boat twice a day including Sunday and a fully stocked grocery boat comes to the door every day but Sunday. And yet will all these conveniences he is in the wilds, for deer graze in his potato patch each night and he has but to open the door to get the "smell of the woods."
Continuing our journey, we went the length of Fourth Lake to Inlet where a tiny stream afforded us passage to Fifth Lake which is little more than a pond. Here comes our first carry which although only half a mile, seemed as hard as any of the longer ones which came later. We were traveling so heavy that it required two trips to transport our whole "duffle". The canoes which naturally would seem to be difficult to carry, were provided at the center with a yoke, just fitting on the shoulders, and were a comparatively easy load. We paddled through Sixth Lake and into Seventh Lake at the end of which we made our second camp. The last mile of this journey was through broken stumps and logs, the channel marked by green shingles placed to right or left.
Between Seventh and Eighth was our second carry of one and one half miles. On this path we found much of interest including an eagle's nest, a platform on the extreme top of a dead pine, possibly 150 feet in height. The birds followed us for a mile scolding us for trespassing on their sacred preserve. Eighth Lake is owned entirely by the state and is the wildest and prettiest of the chain. It is probably three miles long and contains one island. There were probably fifteen to twenty camping parties on the shores, some transients, as we others spending more or less of the whole season. The fishing proved good here and we were rewarded with a hearty meal of bass. Here was another carry of about a mile to Brown's Tract Inlet which consisted of a well "paddled" path through reeds and water lilies. It was little over a mile as the crow flies, but with many turns we went about four before we arrived at Raquette Lake. On the inlet we saw two beaver mounds and we were told that they were now becoming quite numerous, having been introduced and protected by the State.
At Racquette Lake which is on the railroad, originally an old logging road, we learned our first war news. On this lake lives Mr. R.J. Collier, owner of Collier's Weekly, who was receiving a special press service by telegraph. He had given permission for the copies to be posted for the information of the public, so we learned the news up to the minute while we were there. He left while we were on the lake to see Glenn Curtiss to offer him $200,000 to act as War Correspondent for Collier's, and to carry him as passenger. Evidently his purpose failed for the papers have said nothing of the project. Mr. Collier owns one motor boat on the lake which plows through the water at 43 miles and also has a hydroplane at his camp. Our camp on this beautiful island dotted lake was on Indian Point, State Land, and was surrounded by white birches against a background of evergreens. Our second morning on this lake we noted the flags at half mast for the death of Mrs. Woodrow Wilson. We left in the afternoon with a heavy wind blowing at our backs. With our heavy loads, it took continual attention to keep boats headed and even then our boats shipped some water. At the carry between Racquette and Forked, we found a team to make the haul for us.
On each new lake we found new and interesting things and the scenery varied, so that it became not at all monotonous. At the end of Forked Lake, we lost our way for a little while and had to land across a heavily wooded point to get our bearings. We made camp at Racquette river (the lower part) near an old logging camp which is still kept open by the Norwood Co. for the purpose of housing guides and making carries. This carry around Buttermilk Falls and several lengths of rapids, not navigable, was about five miles and was made for us with a team. This old carry brought us through the wildest part of the mountains past the finest trout streams. Mr. La Pell occupied the camp and made the carry for us and in him, as in everyone we met, we found genuine friends who went out of their way to make things pleasant for us. We remarked on this fact several times and finally laid it to the fine mountain air, which made people feel so light hearted and whole souled.
We took up our journey again on Sunday morning, on Long Lake which is nothing but a widening of the river. We passed Deerland and Long Lake, both fashionable resorts reached by attractive automobile routes through the mountains. We made camp that night on West Island on which we found our first unoccupied open camp. Across to the mainland, a quarter of a mile, we found the finest spring we had struck and extremely cold. As we entered Long Lake that Sunday morning, we pass through fields of thousands of while water lilies, to my mind the most beautiful flower that grows. While at this site we witnessed a most peculiar sight, the passing of 14 canoes in the rain. It looked as though the German army was upon us as they came through the narrows. We found later that it was a summer school of boys from eight to twelve years old, who came from Baltimore, Md. We overtook them on the next day's carry and had pleasant visits with them. At the end of the lake we again entered the river, stopping Tuesday night at Axton, another camp leased from the State by Fred Woods, a guide. The spot was formerly used by the Cornell Institution for the study of forestry. There are several unoccupied houses there, any one of which was offered to us for the night. Mr. and Mrs. Woods made us feel as though we had always known them. Mrs. Woods sent us our first taste of fresh milk. Mr. Woods told us of the fishing holes and helped us get ready to go to the river for bullheads, of which we caught a big pailful about 11 p.m. Then he came down to our camp in the morning and showed us how to skin the fish.
Wednesday morning we left on the first leg of our journey, planning to reach Tupper Lake that night. During this run we made two short carries, which cut off the long curves in the river. We passed hundreds of wild ducks and came so close to them it would have been almost possible to touch them with a fish rod. Cranes were also numerous, and we afterward learned that there was a marsh on Tupper Lake on which most of the cranes of the country were hatched. At Tupper Lake we made an interesting trip through the Santa Clara Lumber Co's. mill, which close to 2000 logs a day were cut and the lumber sorted and piled. Here also we had an experience, which tended to mar out pleasures for the last of the trip. As we landed at the Tupper Lake dock, a motor boat brought to our feet a couple of youngsters who had fallen into the water. No heart action was present, even tho we detected a small pulse. We administered artificial respiration, and soon doctors were on the scene to direct us. We worked over an hour before the word was given that there was no hope. We packed our belongings early the next morning and reluctantly boarded the train at Tupper Lake, which was to carry us away. Our mountain vacation is over, but the memories are present, and will long remain with us.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Inlet, New York Circa 1925
Inlet, situated on the eastern terminus of navigation of the Fulton Chain of Lakes, is the center of the resort section of the Central Adirondacks, stress is laid on the fact that when the hardy pioneers left that section for fresher fields they made their way to this part of the woods which had never been visited by white men. Nat Foster, one of the beloved characters of the Fulton region had headquarters at the head of Fourth Lake where this village now stands, using it as a half-way house when on his way to Raquette Lake and other lakes of the north. When Robert Fulton first visited this wonderful chain of lakes which now bears his name, he little dreamed that this strip of wild woods and water would later be one of the foremost resort centers of the State. Inlet abounds with points of interest, Rocky Mountain, Black Bear Mountain, Bald Mountain and many other high peaks where hardy hikers may enjoy mountain climbing, are all within a short distance of the village. The Eighth Lake excursion attracts hundreds each season. The Seventh Lake and Limekiln Lake waters are filled with trout and bass, and so much state land surrounds the lakes that they look as primitive as a century ago. Hotels, garages, stores, restaurants, gift shop, in fact everything which the tourist or camper may desire are to be found in this enterprising little mountain village. And last but not least, one finds here the real old time Adirondack pioneer and guide. Those lovable mountain characters, quaint in their ideas and rich in the tales of the early days, can tell stories of the woods so vivid that the listener can almost smell the smoke of the camp fire, and impress him with the fact that the great outdoors breeds men of broadened minds and rare honesty. Good roads from all parts of the State lead to Inlet. A new concrete road leads along the northerly shore of the chain of lakes through Eagle Bay to Inlet. Improved dirt roads are found to Limekiln, Seventh and Raquette Lakes and other points of interest. The boat trip through the Fulton Chain of Lakes is an outstanding feature of a Summer vacation as well as the Blue Mountain Lake excursion; all being easily made in a few hours from Inlet. No Summer itinerary is complete without some of these numerous jaunts through nature's great wonderland, with Inlet as a starting point.
From Inlet Chamber of Commerce Brochure, circa 1925
From Inlet Chamber of Commerce Brochure, circa 1925
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
President Benjamin Harrison's Family
President Benjamin Harrison's grandchildren, Mary McKee, Marthena Harrison and Baby McKee, have a party in the second-floor nursery of the White House. As we have written in other posts, President Harrison built an Adirondack camp on Second Lake on the Fulton Chain of lakes in the Adirondacks. He called it Berkeley Lodge. It still stands today and is privately owned.Monday, November 27, 2006
Hollywood Hills Hotel, First Lake
The Hollywood Hills Hotel sits today on First Lake, Fulton Chain. It has been converted to condominums like many of the great old Adirondack hotels and resorts, but the building is still there, unlike its less fortunate sisters, including Rocky Point, that were demolished. Here is a great view of the rustic interior of the old hotel.Rocky Point, as it was
The Rocky Point hotel and resort on Fourth Lake had a wonderful gazebo, pictured here, at the tip of its little point, connected to the mainland by a bridge. Here, the ladies relax in the gazebo looking out at the lake. Rocky Point was demolished to make way for new condominums in recent years. A gazebo still sits on this spot, but it is not as elegant as this one - unfortunately, not even close. 
Friday, November 24, 2006
Boathouse near Penwood
We have always liked this little green boathouse. It is outdated and was designed to accommodate small boats, such as guideboats, that could be pulled up a ramp into the structure, but it has a lot of charm and Adirondack style.Monday, November 20, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
View from the Top
This is a view from Bald Mountain, also called Rondaxe Mountain, looking down to the Fulton Chain of Lakes. The climb to the top is pretty easy and can be done by children and adults alike. The view from the top is priceless. I remember climbing the mountain as a child and sitting on this spot looking down to see my house on Fourth Lake.Topographical Map of Old Forge Area
This is a topographical map of the Old Forge area of the Adirondacks. The Blue Spruce Motel is a little local motel marked on the map. The large lakes in the center are First, Second, Third and Fourth Lakes of the Fulton Chain of Lakes. The large single lake to the right is Little Moose Lake, part of the Adirondack League Club.Benjamin Harrison, Adirondack President
A good portrait of President Benjamin Harrison, who built an Adirondack lodge on Second Lake on the Fulton Chain of Lakes, Herkimer County, New York. The camp was called Berkeley Lodge and later referred to as the Harrison House.Friday, November 10, 2006
The Fulton Chain of Lakes Dam
This dam at the head of First Lake Pond is in Old Forge, New York. It feeds into the Moose River and eventually goes all the way to the Hudson River. Lake levels are monitored and changed by opening or closing the dam. In the fall, the lake level is lowered to protect docks and boat houses from the damage caused by the freeze/thaw cycle. A rebuilt covered bridge sits nearby, from which you can see this view. First Lake Pond connects through a channel to First Lake of the Fulton Chain of Lakes.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Retasking an Outdated Structure
There are two massive granite fireplaces at Penwood, a necessity at the time of the lodge's contruction. There were no space heaters; there was no electricity. As a result, fire was the way to keep warm and that required a lot of wood. This is the old wood shed that had fallen into disrepair over the years. It became a storage shed and was sorely ignored by ourselves and our guests. A few years ago, we cleaned it up and installed a simple paver floor and short wall to prevent damage from erosion. It is now a new space to sit, entertain, have dinner, relax. It has a perfect vantagepoint from which to view the lake. We now call it the Chime House and have installed a dozen chimes that gong softly in the wind, sounding out across the property.
When You Have Bad Taste and Break the Rules
The following is the text of a November 9, 2005 press release issued by the Office of the Attorney General of the State of New York regarding the construction of a horrific McMansion on the Fulton Chain of Lakes.
COURT HALTS CONSTRUCTION OF ADIRONDACK MANSION
Herkimer County Home Eight Times Larger Than Adirondack Park Agency Limits
Attorney General Eliot Spitzer today announced that a state judge in Herkimer County ordered an immediate stop to construction of a massive residence in the Town of Webb after ruling that the owner violated the building permit issued by the Adirondack Park Agency ("APA"). The Town of Webb lies within the Adirondack Park "Blue Line" where construction projects fall under the jurisdiction of the APA’s rules and regulations.
If built as planned, the partially completed home - - owned by Timothy J. Noonan - - would be 59 feet high and 19,000 square feet in area. Those dimensions far exceed the 35-foot height restriction and 2,500 square-foot size limit in Noonan’s APA building permit.
"The Adirondack Park Agency balances the needs of local residents with the century-old commitment of protecting the resources of the Park," said Attorney General Spitzer. "Builders must comply with Adirondack Park Agency rules and avoid damage to the scenic beauty and natural resources of the Adirondack Park. I applaud the Agency for this common sense enforcement action, an effort that has now been affirmed by the courts."
The APA issues permits with conditions to avoid or minimize adverse environmental impacts. Permit conditions protect the open space character and scenic beauty of the Adirondack Park for all New Yorkers to enjoy. It is critical for the agency’s enforcement credibility that its rules and regulations are consistently applied and that its permit conditions are upheld.
The Noonan house, situated between Second and Third lakes in the Fulton chain of lakes, is in a 59-acre, 12-lot subdivision being developed by Noonan and a partner. The APA approved the subdivision, in 1989 with conditions that limit houses built on the lots to no more than 35 feet in height and 2,500 square feet in size. Construction on Noonan’s home began in 2003.
Noonan rebuffed efforts by the APA to settle this land use dispute in 2003 and 2004. The case was then referred to the Attorney General’s office for enforcement because Noonan refused to limit the height or overall size of his house, which would rise above surrounding trees and be visible from many vantage points, including nearby Bald Mountain.
As a result of today’s ruling by Judge Michael Daley in Herkimer, Noonan will have to comply with the terms of his APA building permit, including dismantling those sections of the house that exceed the size and height limits.
The case was handled by Assistant Attorney General Susan Taylor, under the supervision of Assistant Attorney General John Sipos. Staff from the Adirondack Park Agency, including attorney Paul Van Cott, assisted with the case.
COURT HALTS CONSTRUCTION OF ADIRONDACK MANSION
Herkimer County Home Eight Times Larger Than Adirondack Park Agency Limits
Attorney General Eliot Spitzer today announced that a state judge in Herkimer County ordered an immediate stop to construction of a massive residence in the Town of Webb after ruling that the owner violated the building permit issued by the Adirondack Park Agency ("APA"). The Town of Webb lies within the Adirondack Park "Blue Line" where construction projects fall under the jurisdiction of the APA’s rules and regulations.
If built as planned, the partially completed home - - owned by Timothy J. Noonan - - would be 59 feet high and 19,000 square feet in area. Those dimensions far exceed the 35-foot height restriction and 2,500 square-foot size limit in Noonan’s APA building permit.
"The Adirondack Park Agency balances the needs of local residents with the century-old commitment of protecting the resources of the Park," said Attorney General Spitzer. "Builders must comply with Adirondack Park Agency rules and avoid damage to the scenic beauty and natural resources of the Adirondack Park. I applaud the Agency for this common sense enforcement action, an effort that has now been affirmed by the courts."
The APA issues permits with conditions to avoid or minimize adverse environmental impacts. Permit conditions protect the open space character and scenic beauty of the Adirondack Park for all New Yorkers to enjoy. It is critical for the agency’s enforcement credibility that its rules and regulations are consistently applied and that its permit conditions are upheld.
The Noonan house, situated between Second and Third lakes in the Fulton chain of lakes, is in a 59-acre, 12-lot subdivision being developed by Noonan and a partner. The APA approved the subdivision, in 1989 with conditions that limit houses built on the lots to no more than 35 feet in height and 2,500 square feet in size. Construction on Noonan’s home began in 2003.
Noonan rebuffed efforts by the APA to settle this land use dispute in 2003 and 2004. The case was then referred to the Attorney General’s office for enforcement because Noonan refused to limit the height or overall size of his house, which would rise above surrounding trees and be visible from many vantage points, including nearby Bald Mountain.
As a result of today’s ruling by Judge Michael Daley in Herkimer, Noonan will have to comply with the terms of his APA building permit, including dismantling those sections of the house that exceed the size and height limits.
The case was handled by Assistant Attorney General Susan Taylor, under the supervision of Assistant Attorney General John Sipos. Staff from the Adirondack Park Agency, including attorney Paul Van Cott, assisted with the case.
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