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| In Culture As a child growing up in upstate New York in the 1950s and '60s, I vacationed often in the Adirondacks. In those days, though, I didn't know the legendary nature of the Ausable River, and I surely didn't know it was a place where the fishing could, at times, be almost magical. Our family would visit the Ausable Chasm, a gorge cut out of rock during the Ice Age near the mouth of the river, a place where you could hike the edge of the canyon and ride a raft through some mild white water. We'd travel the length of the stream on the road (Route 86) to Lake Placid, and we'd stop to visit the high falls of the Ausable (700-foot drop) once in a while, or stop and gawk at Whiteface Mountain on the way. | | | | |
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