Winds of W Mountain

🎙️ NOW BROADCASTIN’ — Winds of W Mountain: “Iphigenia in the Woods; or: How to Summon an Ancient Greek Curse with Moss” 🌲🕯️📻A notice tacked crooked at Merrill’s lakeside: the old amphitheater is open again, benches damp, stones cold. Names turn up where they shouldn’t—Franklin Haven Sargent, Julia, Old Alys Bentley—and a script nobody recalls finishin’. The lake holds its breath. The woods do not.There’s a ledger dated June 1920. A length of wire tucked beneath an altar stone. A patch of moss trimmed neat as stage makeup. Someone swears the acoustics carry more than applause. Someone else says it’s just weather and nerves. Which story stays put?From a brittle reel marked Case Notes: “We set the lights. The stage answered back.”Did Sargent build a theater to honor tragedy—or to keep something from wanderin’ off? And why does the altar look freshly tended when no one admits to tendin’ it?🕯️⚠️ Mind your ears. Old tape crackles, rumors bruise easy, and some sounds arrive sideways. Keep the volume honest and the lantern lit.In this episode:Merrill’s lakeside stonesWire beneath the altarA diary, half-burnedMoss cut to measurePull the cord on the radio. Settle close to the stove. Let the night do the rest.🏚️⚙️🌫️ #WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #MerrillLakeside #AdirondackAmphitheater #NorthCountryLore #IndustrialAcoustics #FogSeason #CampfireBulletin #LakeStories #OldWireChronicles 🧭📻

📣 FROM THE STEAMBOAT DISPATCH — “Voices from the Sandbar: A North Country Reckonin’ with What Sleeps Beneath Shatagee Woods” 🎙️🌫️🪵A notice tacked crooked by the bar: the sandbar’s talkin’ again. Names turn up where names oughtn’t—Ouleout scratched in charcoal, the Narrows gone glass-dark at noon, a canoe idlin’ with no hands on the thwarts. The ledger says one thing. The lake keeps its own books.Old marks resurface—Owlyout Tavern’s back door, a compass stuck between north and nowhere, a trout knife dulled like it’s been chewin’ bone. Someone swears the water lifted sideways. Someone else says the chill came early and stayed. Which account do you trust when both sound sober?From a box of brittle tape and a margin note comes a line worth mindin’: “We knocked proper once.” Who’s the “we,” and who stopped answerin’?Mind the ears, friends. 🕯️🪓This hour carries grit and unease. Keep the lamp trimmed, the door latched, and the volume honest.In this episode:• Ouleout, named plain• The Narrows, still water• A canoe that waits• Toe marks, measured twiceSpin the dial slow. Warm the valves. Pull up a chair where the floorboards know your boots.#WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #ShatageeWoods #ChateaugayLake #NorthCountryLore #IronAndWater #BackwoodsBroadcast #LakeGeometry 🧭📻🌲

🎙️ NOW BROADCASTIN’ — Winds of W Mountain: “MATTERS HEARD AT PERCY'S STORE” 🐍📻Matters are unsettled at Percy’s Store and along the Narrows, where the thermometer bites hard and the checkerboard won’t behave. A tall robed fellow has been seen by the Lower Lake, by Lyon Mountain road, even leaning over Purley Genaway’s game of checkers, suggesting a move no one recalls learning. The water showed a pale shine after he left. Thirty below will do that—or so they say.Names surface. Uncle Dick Shutts. Andrew Baker. Old Veritas himself. A robed visitor, tall as a pine, speaking of years not yet come, then gone as quick as a skittered trout. One line keeps circulating from a bit of tape and town talk: “Move the king backwards through the centuries.”Ice cracked under boys’ skates and held. Pipes froze at William Blow’s. Mrs. Dan Hurley is on the mend. Still, something feels out of step. If time can lean, where does it rest?🕯️🪓 A small note for the stove-side crowd: this hour carries cold facts, odd testimony, and a few turns that may unsettle the sleep of light dozers. Best taken with a steady fire and a second cup close at hand. ❄️🕰️In this episode:• Percy’s checkerboard• The Narrows glow• A robed adviser• Ice under strainPull the dial slow, mind the static, and draw nearer.📻🎙️ #WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #ChateaugayLake #PercysStore #Brainardsville #NorthCountryCold #ForgeEra #LakeLore #TavernBulletin 🌲🛶

🚨 NEW EPISODE ALERT — “THE FINK FALLOUT” — Winds of W Mountain 🪓🌫️🏚️🔥From the Signal Desk: On this recording you will hear accounts of disappearances, amateur theatrics gone wrong, and violent incidents involving firearms and missing teeth. The material includes descriptions of blood, grift, and unexplained vanishings in remote cabins and lake inlets.East Bellmont fog rolls thick again this week, same as it did when the lake reclaimed Captain Fink’s cabin back in 1913. Cracked fiddle still sits in the mud somewhere near the Narrows, birch-carved false teeth scattered like dice, and that crate of salted theater posters for “The Tragedie of Gut Hollow” peeled off the walls by wind and water.One ledger page survived the storm: “Bet against the river. Lost the bet. Town paid double.” Pinned once to the Seth Thomas Boathouse, now just ink memory. Odd how the entries never mention the rehearsals at Banner House—fasting, fog-watching, teeth clenching—or the flyers promising beauty in death.Mrs. Chase noted the guests left lighter. Spiritually, they claimed. Bodily too, in some cases. One girl spoke to the dining hall wall in Latin about her mother. The wall answered.What ties the Brainardsville Bread Revolt to a man who staged plays with real stakes? And why do fish heads still spell names on porches when the solstice nears?Tune the set low after dark. Let the static settle like snow on the line. Pour something strong. The kilns burn, the scripts rot, and somewhere an inlet owes a debt in whiskey and hearts.In this episode:Zebulon Fink ledger entryBrainardsville missing teethBanner House rehearsalsMagenta Prue varnish talesSkiff rowed by shadows#WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #AdirondackFolklore #EastBellmont #CaptainFink #NumberFiveRoadFiles #GutHollow #Brainardsville #NorthCountryGrift #LakeNarrows #FranklinCountyShadows #BannerHouseMystery #AdirondackTheater #FinkFallout 🔥🏔️🌲

🎙️Special Episode Drop from the #WindsOfWMountain Podcast 🎙️📍 Straight from East Bellmont’s Old Mill Studio, perched along the Chateaugay River where the rafters still hum with the hammer’s ghost, comes a tale too true to ignore—and too eerie to forget.Folks, gather close and listen careful, ‘cause this ain’t your average old-geezer baloney. This is the real history of the Chateaugay Lake Forge, told right, like only Roy Ivanhoe Cootey of Brainardsville could say it—straight-backed, bright-eyed, and with the kind of gravel in his voice that comes from ninety winters and twice that many lies sorted out true.Produced by the inimitable Miss Zenda Crane, of the Chateaugay Lake Steamboat Pirate Gazette Podcast Company, and hosted, transcribed, and edited by Brainardsville recording sage Ralph L. Hoy, this rare tape-recorded interview from 1972—unearthed after decades up in his mill attic—is a living time capsule.💀 CAUTION: Listeners be warned!This episode contains historical details so vivid, so strange, and so tinged with late-night clangor and ash-drift mystery that you might imagine that you can see the glow of forge fires out your window—or hear a waterwheel turnin’ where there ain’t no stream. Best not to listen alone!🪓 Come walk with us down the ghost-plank road to “The Forge”—once a thriving company town of 800 folks, now just a blue marker, a field gone fallow, and some iron teeth in the Chateaugay Lake riverbed. Roy spins the tale of bloomers and separators, barge runs from Lyon Mountain, 16-forge fire cycles, and the day a young Senator Monroe Marshall lost his arm—and still sent word home with his left hand on the telegraph key. We tip our hats to him and the Bellows family both. Fine people, honest stock.You’ll hear of:Cedar boats born from a single South Inlet log 🪵The Maggie tug puffin’ ore through the Narrows 🌫️The Bellows cousins and their rival boatyards ⚓The Dock and Coal timber barons, and the ghost kilns along Trout River🪵🔥And by gar, you’ll learn a thing or two about the real iron backbone of this lake. Not all stories from the #ShatageeWoods are made up—even the true ones’ve got teeth!🎧 Available now on all major podcast platforms. Search “Winds of W Mountain – Roy Cootey Remembers: Tales from The Forge at Chateaugay Lake” and prepare yourself for a history steeped in sweat, cinder, and authentic remembrance.🐟 Like smoked trout pulled from the cold depths—this episode’s rare, rich, and may leave you feeling a little haunted.#SteamboatDispatch #ChateaugayLakeLore #OralHistory #IronHistory #CatalanForge #AdirondackGhostTown #OldTimerBroadcast #WindsOfWMountain #NumberFiveRoad #ShatageeWoods #BackwoodsHorror #ForgeFiresStillGlow #CatalanTruthsAndRiverGhosts 🔥👁️‍🗨️

📣🎙️ NOW BROADCASTIN' FROM BEYOND THE TICK RIDGE 📣🎙️🚨 “THE INVERSION PARISH: Chronostasis in the Mist-Rot Church” 🚨Wal now, neighbors and wayfarin' souls of the deeper brush, reckon it's my sacred duty—between woodsmoke naps and mendin' eel-baskets—to tell ye the new episode o’ Winds of W Mountain done cracked the barn door of reality wide open and invited in somethin’ cold, knotty, and speakin' backwards.🎧 It’s called The Inversion Parish, but that ain’t near the whole of it. This here tale comes from the lip of East Bellmont itself, where fog thick as funeral gravy rolled down Number Five Road and nestled inside the old Mist-Rot Church like a possum in a stovepipe.A child went in. Time went soft. Old folks came out younger—but wrong.We got priests with phonographs in their chestbones. We got cow births in reverse. We got that ol’ swamp witch Wildegrave raisin’ spectral trouble like he's flippin’ pancakes on Judgement Day. And if you ever heard a hymn sung in base thirteen—well, I reckon you never forgot it, nor ever stopped shakin’.⚠️ LISTENER ADVISORY:This episode contains haunted mathematics, architectural language deformation, partial unbirths, and a bearin’-teeth Wendigo gospel. Not fer the faint of gut or them what’s got unfinished business with the afterlife. 🐾👻🥩 Like a rare Chateaugay smoked salmon trout what’s still got the glint of the lake in its eyes—this episode’s wild, sacred, and may turn on ye if not seasoned right. Don’t listen at dusk. Don’t listen twice.🎧 Available now where the wind howls and the gears grind:Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and direct from the signal tower at Steamboat Dispatch Press.#WindsOfWMountain#SteamboatDispatch#ChateaugayLakeLore#OldTimerBroadcast#ShatageeWoods#BackwoodsHorror#NumberFiveRoad🪓 Stay tuned, stay wary, and remember—what don’t make sense may still be true.—J. Bunker, Esq. (Retired),Unofficial Township Herald of Things Gone Sideways

🎃 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL BROADCAST ADVISORY 🎃from your backwoods pals at Steamboat Dispatch Press, East Bellmont Division📻 NOW TRANSMITTING ON ALL FREQUENCIES… 📻👁️‍🗨️ LISTENER CAUTION: The following podcast may cause side effects including: audible visions, spectral nosebleeds, and spontaneous hymn-singing in forgotten tongues. If you find yourself dancing to a tune you didn’t hear, or answering a voice that ain’t in the room—discontinue listening immediately and seek out Reverend Mooney (or what's left of him).PRESENTING: The Winds of W Mountain Halloween Special!🎧 EPISODE 38 — “W” Mountain and the Broadcast From Belowby Oscar Dolloff Kirby III, Sonic Yarns Producer and East Bellmont’s Least Trusted CorrespondentFolks, I won’t gild the fungus—this one’s a doozy. We got a haunted steamboat full o’ boiler-music, a missing bootlegger violinist who played polkas at bears, and a cave that hums like it’s chewing on God’s knuckle bones. This ain’t your Aunt Clara’s Halloween hayride. No sir. This is Number Five Road weird. Shatagee Woods don’t-say-it-out-loud weird. This is the kind of tale that rusts your compass and melts the wax in your ears.We’re callin’ it “The Broadcast From Below.” It’s raw cylinder audio plucked straight from a sealed cabin deep in the mossline, boosted just enough so you can hear what Collins heard—before he stopped blinking and marched into the timber with a metronome and a riddle on his lips.There’s talk of the ‘Emma’—that old wreck—back again on Chateaugay Lake, hissin’ steam and singin’ lullabies to the moon in four keys at once. Preachers poppin’ like firecrackers, Baptists speakin’ in Coast Guard tongues, and a mountain that responds when you whistle too long near the shale.I don’t care how brave you think you are.You don’t tune in to “W” Mountain.It tunes in to you. 😵‍💫📍 AVAILABLE NOW WHEREVER YOU PICK UP STRANGE SIGNALS:Just crank up your crankophone thing or fire up that podcast-box.Don't forget your tinfoil hat and a clean pair o’ socks.🎣 This episode's scarier than a salmon trout with teeth.Richer than smoked salmon hauled from the North Basin on All Hallows’ Eve.And just unsettling enough to make your shadow shiver the wrong way.Listen.Don’t reply.🔊 #WindsOfWMountain🛶 #SteamboatDispatch🦴 #BackwoodsHorror🌲 #ShatageeWoods🎻 #OldTimerBroadcast🌕 #NumberFiveRoad👣 #ChateaugayLakeLore— Signed,“One-Eyed” Elmer Bunker(Acting Director of Paranormal Radio Assurance, East Bellmont)“If it squelches, don’t touch it.”

🎙️ NOW BROADCASTIN’ FROM EAST BELLMONT 🎙️Winds of W Mountain — Latest Episode: The Reforester's Ledger, Kiln-Glow Revenant, and the Slag ManIf you’ve ever walked the Number Five Road after sundown, you already know better than to ask what don’t want answerin’. But for the rest of ye brave or foolish enough to listen in—this week’s episode of Winds of W Mountain might just set your teeth clickin’ like frozen fishhooks. 🪓🌲This here tale ain’t no stage-show fiction, neither. It’s pulled straight from the mossy lips of East Bellmont and the black-gummed archives of Steamboat Dispatch Press—our very own steamboat-pirate-run newspaper outfit built on truth, scandal, and a few suspiciously unlicensed transmitters.THE REFORESTER’S LEDGER (1912): Young Vreeland thought he came to audit pine plots for Cornell. What he found was a spiral forest grown from a buried iron heart—a forge hammer that still knocks without fire or hand. His notes end mid-sentence. His chain-men ain’t never come out.KILN-GLOW REVENANT (1913–1917): Foreign choppers sleepin’ in the old beehive kilns near Wolf Pond woke to fire without flame and a thing made of slag, glass, and smolderin’ rage. Two went missin’. The rest ran till their boots smoked. And yet the kilns still breathe. Some nights, the birches glow.And as for the Slag Man?You’ll have to tune in to hear what walks where steel once sang.🔔 Caution: Contains backwoods horror, auditory unease, and possible forge-haint emissions. Not recommended for listeners who fear spiral geometry, magnetic groans, or men made of molten sorrow. 🔔So gather close, kindle the radio fire, and bite down on a strap if need be. This episode is rarer than a smoked salmon trout hauled from Chateaugay’s south inlet in spring flood—rich, ghost-cured, and liable to repeat on your nerves. 🎧📡 Stream it now wherever folks trap airwaves:#WindsOfWMountain#SteamboatDispatch#ChateaugayLakeLore#OldTimerBroadcast#ShatageeWoods#BackwoodsHorror#NumberFiveRoad#ForgeGhosts#KilnGlowHaint#SlagManWalksTonightAnd remember what old Elihu Grow said, right ‘fore his beard turned to glass:“If the kiln’s breathin’, don’t wait to see what it’s cookin’.”

🎙️💀 NOW BROADCASTING from the moss-rattled rafters of East Bellmont’s own Steamboat Dispatch Press, where the panthers once paced and Number Five Road still whispers your name on cold nights — comes a tale that ought not be told, but must.📻 🦴 THE COFFIN BENEATH CAMP JACK 🦴➡️ A new episode of Winds of W Mountain📅 From the mold-crusted issue of WEIRD TALES, Sept. 1923✍️ By Mordecai Vilecreek (who vanished after the final draft was mailed)🪦 There’s a reason the canoe don’t drift past Camp Jack no more.Some say the water’s too still. Others say it isn’t water at all, not anymore.Ain’t just Evelyn Nesbit and her poor boy who saw it twitchin’ in the deep.Now it’s callin’ again.🕯️ WHAT YOU’LL HEAR (if you dare):The Wendigo Clan’s cement-laden punishment ritual 👁️A child’s voice calling from the lake bottom 🌕A cigarette case, slick with a slime no biology permitsRites that should have rotted but rememberedAnd a whisper: “It’s inside the coffin.”⚠️ Cautionary Advisory:This podcast may induce involuntary recollections of unpermitted dreams, ancestral dread, and the echo of small, wet hands tapping from beneath the rowboat. Listeners are advised to avoid lakes, silence, and children who hum backwards.🎧 Best consumed at twilight — alone — beside still water.💬 “A whisperin’ horror with the cadence of a funeral bell.” — The Bellmont Bugler💬 “Haints? Nah. This here’s worse.” — Asa Pike (deceased?)🪓 Hashtag It Before It Finds You:#CoffinBeneathCampJack#WindsOfWMountain#SteamboatDispatchPress#WendigoWhispers#ChateaugayLakeWon’tForget#ChateaugayLakeHorror🎧 Available wherever spectral transmissions may be received (and promptly regretted).👀 The coffin stirs.🎙️ Tune in. Let it remember you.

🎙️🐍💀 Winds of W Mountain: "Echoes in the Narrows" 💀🐍🎙️ Steamboat Dispatch Press — East Bellmont, NY — Circulation by Omen & OutboardCAUTION TO LISTENERS:This broadcast contains true accounts of disappearances, drowned financiers, and folkloric reptiles with a taste for toes. It is not recommended for tenderfoot dreamers, nor those with kin still workin’ the shafts at Lyon Mountain. Proceed as you would through the Narrows—silent, slow, and never alone.📻 “He took a skiff to photograph the lilies. What came back was a shoe and a smear of silver on the marsh.”Set your dials, folks.The summer of 1922 brought more than fireflies to Chateaugay Lake—it brought L. Evan Larchmont, a bond man from Newark, who went out through the Narrows with a camera and a bottle of rye, and never came back. What did return was a skiff drifting in fog, lantern snuffed, and a trail that led private operative Harlan G. Warr straight into the shadowed remains of Popeville."Echoes in the Narrows" chronicles the only surviving case notes of that investigation—where kiln ghosts, liquor tunnels, and bootleg barge-folk collide. Warr’s journey took him past warped kilns and dead furnaces into a world where iron met moonshine, and where the Chateaugay Lake Steamboat Pirate Syndicate—yes, that’s what they called themselves—ran whisky through alder tunnels and left nothing behind but busted crates and bad luck.But that ain’t the worst of it.🐾 Enter the Little Nippers—legendary fire-born spawn of the Gitaskog, seen flickerin’ by collier fires and blamed for half the missing toes from Bellmont to Standish. More than myth, less than mammal, they were said to rise when the sparks flew thick. Croatians called ‘em dragons. Company doctors called it “rotary shearing with serpentine scoring.” We call it... one more thing not to wade into barefoot.🎶 “Coke is cold, sparks no more—Nippers starve at iron’s door…”From collapsing plank roads to sunken barges reeking of rye, this tale winds through the industrial carcass of the North Country—where even the lullabies are written in blood and lime dust.🔍 Episode Highlights• The mysterious vanishing of Evan Larchmont• Popeville’s ruin repurposed for bootleg ferry runs• Floating warehouses disguised as ore barges• Gitaskog folklore and the Little Nippers’ cradle-song• A courtroom drama involving a shoe, a steamboat heir, and broken glass plates• Wet footprints with no owner. Again.📡 “They fed the lake sparks—and somethin’ sparked back.”Catch it now on all platforms—wax cylinder, squirrel-wire, and podcast feed alike.🧷 #EchoesInTheNarrows🛶 #SteamboatSyndicate🐍 #LittleNippers🌕 #ChateaugayMythos🕯️ #DisappearInTheNarrows🪓 #GitaskogWantsBones🚢 #WindsOfWMountain🏚️ #Popeville📣 Don’t go pokin’ around those ruins after dark. The lake’s got a long memory, and short patience.—Posted on behalf of the Steamboat Dispatch Promotions Guild, East Bellmont Office of Haunted Affairs and Moonlit Navigation Compliance

🪓 'Uncle' Dick Shutts Presents:🎙️ Tunnel Engineering for the End Times: The Great Sucker Highway”(“If it ain’t natural, it’s probably a passage.”)Friends, gather close an’ mind yer ears. We’ve got a fresh-cut wax-cylinder wonder—scraped clean by jug-band intervention, by gar—and it’ll set the hair on your neck to standin’ like frost on a fence rail. This first installment—“The Great Sucker Highway and the Bradley Pond Boog”—comes kettle-hot, catfish steam and all, with old Dick Shutts tappin’ his lantern and swearin’ he’s mapped the underfoot sluiceways that stitch Champlain to Upper Chateaugay Lake like a grandma’s quilt. 🕯️🐟You’ll hear Dick talk plain on migratin’ suckers, a subcurrent thumpin’ under Lyon Mountain, and a keyhole at Bradley Pond that ain’t so pondish after all. There’s a reenactment, too—Geo. Cook & Jim Smith hookin’ fish what look bit from below—plus a tidy historical rummage through tunnels that run faster than gossip at Merrill’s Landing. And if that ain’t enough, Abner Percy chews a length of copper wire and reports the earth hummin’ like a wasp’s nest inside a church cello. 🎧😶‍🌫️Why you oughta listen (and sooner than later) ⛏️Field signs: suckers swarmin’ at East Inlet—not breedin’, migratin’.Bradley Pond: the “keyhole” flow toward the Chazy—quiet water, quick purpose.Subcurrent: bedrock talk from Upper to Lower, maybe clear to Champlain—stitched tight.Caves & cracks: Nat Collins’ Calypso Grotto—stone that sings after dark.Beast or hymn?: two fish come up chewed, and the dock timbers answer back.Old-Timer’s AdvisoryThis broadcast ain’t for jittery folks, night swimmers, nor them as hears breathin’ cellars on Devil’s Channel and calls it “just the wind.” Best taken with headphones, lamp trimmed low, and your boots kept dry. If you’re set on swimmin’ past Burnt Camp after sundown, don’t say Dick didn’t warn ye.How to fetch it 🎚️Spin it on the Steamboat Dispatch Network—whatever contraption you favor, from wind-ups to them new wire-tangle devices. Set the volume like you would a steel trap: firm, not foolish.Next week Dick pokes the root cellar that breathes like a horse. Till then, keep your eyes open and your traps wired for what walks from below. 🌑—East Bellmont Marketing & Provisions, Est. 1908 (we sell words, nails, and a fair line of skepticism)Hashtags for them web-crawlin’ critters 🕷️#WMountain #ChateaugayLake #SteamboatDispatch #TunnelEngineering #GreatSuckerHighway #BradleyPond #CalypsoGrotto #LakeSerpent #AdirondackLore #NatCollins #ChamplainTunnels #NorthCountry #HorrorPodcast #Folklore #OldTimerTales #EastBellmont🎙️ Listen now, share later, sleep maybe.

🔊 “Jazz Throttle Toward Rocky Brook (Part Two): The Wild Goose Point Hootenanny Trap” 🎙️❄️Neighbors—draw up close to the stove and mind your bootlaces, for the night wind is hunting. From the pressmen at Steamboat Dispatch (East Bellmont) comes a ripping lake-run of an episode wherein a naptha launch, coughing like a tin saint, shoulders past Wild Goose Point toward Rocky Brook—right into a ring of lanterns, a toll-by-dancing, and the kind of music that gets inside your ribs and barges the doors. There’s ice stacked like bad firewood, fog that bargains like a pawnbroker, a fiddle that saws the truth in half, Captain Sable grinning ear to ear, and—if you look down at the right awful moment—the Gitaskog smiling up through the pane with copper-penny eyes. 🪵🧭🐍We won’t lie: the lake’s in charge tonight. The Narrows pinch mean, the Sandbar mutters, W Mountain hunches like an ox with old news, and the Steamboat Pirate Syndicate beats time on the ice till your heartbeat volunteers. It’s contraband in the crates, rumor riding shotgun, and a schedule the weather don’t respect. Boots stomp, bottles trade hands, and a man counts his luck twice—once for the Wendigo, once for the return trip. If you know Lakeville, Drew Landing, Indian Point House, or the smoke-memory of Standish kilns and Lyon Mountain ore, you’ll hear home in the clatter—and something else behind it that ain’t quite friendly. ⚙️🕯️Why you ought to listen (and not after dark, unless you must):Because this one hums like a live wire in sleet—engine-chatter, ice-song, and a hootenanny snare laid dead center on the channel. You’ll feel the hull shiver, you’ll smell the wet wool, and you’ll swear the lake voted—and won.Listener Advisory (take heed):Sharp sounds, sudden frights, winter-lake peril, smuggling mischief, folkloric creatures (with teeth), and a touch of bottle-trade. Not for youngsters; veterans and tender-hearted listeners, go steady and keep a lamp lit. ⚠️Marching orders (plain):Tune in, tighten your scarf, and don’t lean over the gunwale. If the compass jitters, let it. If the ice hums, dance polite. Then follow, subscribe, rate, and tell the clerk at Alfie King’s you heard the lake laugh first. 😉Short blurb for the wire (SEO-ready):Adirondack horror folklore podcast from Steamboat Dispatch: a naptha launch runs the Chateaugay ice at Wild Goose Point into a Syndicate hootenanny trap—Gitaskog below, Wendigo above, Rocky Brook ahead. Old-time danger, modern dread.Hashtags for them web-crawlin’ critters:#WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #ChateaugayLake #WMountain #RockyBrook #WildGoosePoint #SteamboatPirateSyndicate #AdirondackHorror #NorthCountryFolklore #Gitaskog #Wendigo #NapthaLaunch #LakeLore #OldTimer #Popeville #LyonMountain #StandishKilns #IndianPointHouse #DrewLanding #HootenannyTrap🎧 Pull your slouch cap low and press play—the lake will see you now.

📻 The Wolf Pond Chronicles: “The Bog Fiend of Standish” 🌲🕯️Friends an’ neighbors, pull up close and mind yer boots, for we’ve got a fresh-smoked earful straight out of the cattails—Harlan Throop himself broadcasting live from that Crompville muck, where the old ironworks coughed their last and the water still sulks about it; this week’s sonic yarn follows Clary Vigneault—the last bog trapper worth the name—and Ducey Nibbs, a river pirate with more neck than sense, as they take soundings of a sloshin’ thing with too many eyes and a taste for moonshine, and I ain’t one to gild the lily, but when the phonograph horn talks back in a man’s own voice, you’ll want a hand on the lantern and the other on your nerve. 👂⚙️You’ll hear the black pools hiss, the cattails clap like drunks after payday, the magnet needle wander as if north moved to Lyon Mountain for the summer; there’s field recordings raw as a rasp, iron-country atmospherics, and that Throop fella’s electroacoustic contraptions stitched to Abenaki mud-devil talk so tight you can near see the wings in the steam—this is Winds of W Mountain the way the woods tell it: slow, wet, and certain as rust. 🧭🐟🦇⚠️ Listener Advisory: sudden howls, wet squelch, and tales of pollution, iron tailings, and creature business not fit for the very young, skittish pets, or folks with a tender ticker. Best with headphones and the lights set low; don’t operate boats, augers, or family tempers while listening.Tune in wherever respectable podcasts roost—search Steamboat Dispatch: Winds of W Mountain — The Wolf Pond Chronicles: “The Bog Fiend of Standish”—then pass it along downriver to anyone who’s ever heard the swamp sing in four voices. If your keg goes missing after, don’t look at us; we warned you. 🔦🛶— Filed under: Chateaugay Lake lore, Standish bog history, Abenaki folklore, Lyon Mountain iron, magnetic anomalies, electroacoustic field report.#️⃣ Hashtags for the web-crawlin’ critters:#WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #BogFiendOfStandish #ChateaugayLake #Adirondacks #Standish #AbenakiLore #IronCountry #Cryptid #HorrorPodcast #FieldRecordings #Electroacoustic #LyonMountain #Crompville #PopevilleArchives #NorthCountryFolklore #UpstateNY🎧 Now playing. Bring a good hat and a better stomach.

🌲🎙️ New from th’ Steamboat Dispatch: Mose Sangamaw's 2-Day Chase 🌲🎙️Ho, by gar, neighbors—Mose Sangamaw, he give chase two days straight, an’ when that thing come down outta jack pine she measure seven foot tail-swingin’ judgment, ayuh. Weren’t no parish’ner, but a painter' heavy ‘nough bend th’ sled an’ dark ‘nough bend yer mind.⚠️ Listener Say-So: This here tale she come raw off them ridges above Chazy—dogs bayin’, shots barkin’, an’ tracks what don’t all belong t’ flesh. Ye’ll hear barns rattlin’ nights, lambs lifted clean off, an’ critters wearin’ fur only fer convenience. Keep yer ears open an’ lamp wick trimmed, hey.This week’s Winds o’ W Mountain brings more’n a hunt—it brung a warnin’. Mose said it plain: beast what bleeds is one thing, but beast what remembers how—that’s another tale t’ chew.🐾 Hear two days on ridges turn t’ sermon o’ bullets.🔥 Hear uplands fatten them beasts th’ axe never did quiet.🌑 Hear th’ hills sing out in th’ old register, even when folks pray fer silence.Come take yer seat at th’ tavern bench, friends, fer th’ hide salted, th’ tail stretched, an’ th’ cornet band still missin’ its drummer, ho ho.👉 Git t’ listenin' now—afore next night sets a tail swingin’ in yer own pasture!#WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #ShatageeWoods #AdirondackPanther #MoseSangamore #MoseStGermaine #Mose Sangamaw #MoseSangamo #ChateaugayLake #NorthCountryFolklore #CautionaryTales😨🎧

🚢 STEAMBOAT DISPATCH EXCLUSIVEEast Bellmont, March 13, 1912 — Out here in the Adirondacks, folks swap stories like fishhooks—sharp, barbed, and mean to stick. But this one? This one’s got teeth big enough to take your shadow clean off.Jonathan Reed vanished from Chateaugay Lake in the summer of 1837, leaving behind a frantic journal filled with talk of ghost lights under black water, whispering shadows, and a “dark something” older than the pines. Since then: strange vanishings, lights flickerin’ across the Narrows, and sightings of the impossible roadster BOHAT 1P—a machine out of no known year—patrolling the shoreline.Some say it’s methane gas. Others whisper about a Temporal Rift. The Abenaki have a word for it that chills the bone: a hunger older than time.🎙 Listen now to the “Winds of W Mountain” podcast episode uncovering:The untold history of Jonathan Reed’s disappearanceEyewitness accounts of ghost lights and phantom roadstersTheories from scholars, scientists, and locals on the Chateaugay Lake Time RiftThe Wendigo connection—and what it’s still waiting for⚠ LISTENER ADVISORY: This episode contains unsettling historical detail, unexplained phenomena, and temporal anomaly theories that may alter your sense of time and place.#ChateaugayLakeMystery #JonathanReed #AdirondackGhostStories #WendigoMyth #TimeRiftPhenomenon #BOHAT1P #GhostLights #DisappearanceCase #HauntedHistory #AdirondackLegends #ParanormalPodcast #SteamboatDispatch #WindsOfWMountain #CryptidLore #TemporalAnomaly #HauntedLake

🪦 NOW STREAMING FROM THE STEAMBOAT DISPATCH PRESS: "MIDNIGHT REED‑RUN: THE NARROWS DISAPPEARANCES AT CHATEAUGAY LAKE" 🪦An auditory descent into the rust-bloated heart of the Adirondack Unsaid.🎧 LISTENER ADVISORY:This podcast episode contains historical dread, unexplained vanishings, the rhythmic scratching of something long drowned, and local truths best left half-buried. Not suitable for skeptics who fear reeds tapping back.🪓💀 MISSING: Three souls, one boat, and all sense of safety.FOUND: One skull, one dried reed, and a mystery that won't stay sunk.In the gristle-rot hour of midnight, four ventured into the Narrows—where smugglers once ran whiskey and now something older runs deeper. Their mission: to follow the whispers of illegal freight skimming across the shallows. What they unearthed beneath the ruined hulk of The Iron Age was no contraband… unless the dead count as cargo.Only one returned. And he won’t speak of it straight.🧭 HIGHLIGHTS INCLUDE:Folk-true accounts of boat-borne curses and blood-forged iron.The haunted industrial relic known only as The Iron Age—still rusting, still waiting.Moss-covered rods carved with patterns like funeral spirals and forgotten alphabets.The whispered legacy of Nathaniel Collins, a vanished grave-robber turned ghost-watcher.🌕 When the moon pulls on Chateaugay Lake’s reeds, something beneath them answers.Subscribe now and unravel the evidence with our investigative team of wilderness folklorists, haunted historians, and Steamboat Dispatch’s own gravel-voiced narrators. Come for the mystery, stay for the cryptid-reed conspiracies.🎙️ New episode available on all platforms.🧵 SOCIAL WEB-CRAWLIN’ CRITTER HASHTAGS:#WindsOfWMountain#SteamboatDispatchPress#ChateaugayLakeMystery#MidnightReedRun#HauntedIronAge#NarrowsDisappearances#ReedStickRituals#LakeRemembers#AdirondackHorrorLore#SmugglersGhostsAndGuides#TrueNorthTerror#TappingFromBelowFeed the algorithm—so it don’t feed on you.🪶 They say if you play this episode near the Narrows with the volume up, the reeds’ll lean in to listen.We don’t recommend it.—Steamboat Dispatch Press“News you can’t outrun. Whispers you can’t un-hear.”

📣 🔥 Winds of W Mountain | 🚨: “Chateaugay Lake's Shanty Squatters” Brought to you by Steamboat Dispatch Syndicate, East Bellmont's only news source with both a spectral correspondent and a moonshine sponsor.🎙️ LISTENER ADVISORYThis episode contains historically accurate depictions of frontier isolation, spectral visitation, pine-sap dread, backwoods psychological unraveling, and—most chilling of all—milfoil possession. Listener discretion is advised. Do not consume near dense fern cover, fire rings, or unblessed rowboats.📻 OFFICIAL BROADSHEET ANNOUNCEMENTTo be posted in barns, outhouses, regional taverns, and any reputable general store with a dusty phonograph:ATTENTION LOVERS OF LOON-LACED TERROR AND ADIRONDACK ARCANA:From the very campfire ring where “Old Veritas” once spotted a ripple with no stone, we present a new entry in the Winds of W Mountain series.This week, descend into 1816’s haunted cradle—a time when Chateaugay Lake’s first settlers built their shanty not on land, but atop a bed of dread. Hear of Judith Drew’s haunted washbasin. Of a winter where the wind was not the only thing that howled. Of a child born beneath W Mountain’s ever-gazing eye—and the silence that answered.First told back in 1911 by Indian Point House’s own Uncle Dick Shutts, this tale speaks of a cabin that heard more than prayers and a woods that never gave up its seat. You’ll meet Squire Miles, the Bible-thumpin' justice of the peace, who dreamed of nippin' lake serpents. You’ll hear hints of the Milfoil Queen, whose hand may still reach from lakeweed to shore.This ain’t your granpappy’s folktale. This is raw backwoods Americana soaked in cedar, iron, and cold fear. If you’ve ever shivered without knowing why—you already know the sound of these echoes.🔍 FOR THE WIRELESS ETHER-WANDERERS:Search this into your cylinder, crystal set, or devil-box (phonograph optional):"Winds of W Mountain Podcast" +“Shanty Squatters” +“Chateaugay Lake horror” +“Adirondack legends Wendigo Milfoil Queen” +“1816 Year Without a Summer paranormal”📡 #KEYWORD BAIT FOR THE SOCIAL-CALLED:#ShatageeWoods #MilfoilQueen #WindsOfWMountain #WendigoWatch #AdirondackLore #GhostsOf1816 #ShantySquatters #FlyingHeadFiles #BackwoodsTerror #CampfireChronicles #HauntedLakeNights #ChateaugayCreepies #SteamboatDispatch🧠 REMEMBER, FRIEND:If your fire crackles twice, and you didn’t poke it…If your dog growls at the lake after dark…If you find Samuel Drew’s hat near Bearslide—You’re already part of the story.🎧 Now playing wherever spectral murmurings are transmitted.

🎙️ From the Steamboat Dispatch Syndicate’s Podcast Bureau of East Bellmont 🎙️🚨 New Episode Advisory: “THE SHATAGEE ABYSS: CHATEAUGAY LAKE’S BOG LOGIC” 🚨Now streaming wherever reality has thinned to the width of a cattail reed.📢 LISTENER ADVISORYThis episode contains:Cosmic indifference as thick as tree sap in a July sunUncaring serpents of unknowable lengthHungry spirits with a taste for long porkGeological sighs mistaken for divine indifferenceHistorical truths that may not survive sunlight or rational inquiryAnd several detailed descriptions of mossIf you experience existential vertigo, olfactory hallucinations, or a sudden desire to relocate inland from all large, dark lakes… do not consult your physician. They are also being watched.🧠 EXPERT-APPROVED SATIRICAL PROMO:Have you heard what’s slithering through your pine-scented subconscious lately?It ain’t cabin fever. It’s Bog Logic, baby—nature’s least testable philosophy. The latest Winds of W Mountain episode slaps harder than a haunted sap bucket in a gale. We’re diving elbow-deep into the spiritual plumbing of Chateaugay Lake, where your canoe might float—but your sanity might not.💦 Gitaskog? Yup.🌲 Wendigo? Oh, he’s back.🌎 Geology with trust issues? Absolutely.🎭 Lenape ancestral dread? Front row seats.🐛 Beetles that act more like saboteurs? We've got ‘em.Don’t worry—this ain’t your grandpappy’s bedtime tale. Unless he vanished under mysterious circumstances near Blair’s Kilns, in which case, sorry for the reminder.YOU’LL LAUGH. YOU’LL CRY. YOU’LL HEAR THE LOONS.(But they ain’t laughing with you.)🎧 TUNE IN TO: The Shatagee Abyss: Chateaugay Lake’s Bog LogicOn Spotify, Apple, that app you keep accidentally opening—hell, we even etched it into the underside of the Hoy Mill's bridge in case the Wi-Fi cuts out.🔍 Because around here, when reality breaks... we press record.📎 SEO-FRIENDLY BACKWOODS BUZZWORDS fer the dern WEB-CRAWLIN’ CRITTERS:#WindsOfWMountain #GitaskogTruth #ChateaugayLakeSecrets #BogLogicPodcast #ShatageeWoodsMystery #WendigoDread #AdirondackHorror #CosmicBackwoods #LoonsKnow #IndigenousLoreUnveiled #EastBellmontAudioFever🎣 Steamboat Dispatch Guarantee:You’ll either come back enlightened, shivering, or half-bogged and convinced the pines are spelling your name.🪓 Download it now, before the abyss downloads you.

🎙️ 🚨 Steamboat Dispatch Presents a Winds of W Mountain Special Episode! 🚨“Shanty to Splendor: The Brick-&-Mortar Saga of the Banner House”🧱🔥🛶 From Beaver Pelts to Bellhops – The True Tale of Chateaugay Lake's Most Enduring Hostelry 🛶🔥🧱☞ LISTENERS BE ADVISED:This ain't yer usual eldritch foghorn séance from the W Mountain ridgeline. Nay, dear wanderers of the wireless—this time, we’re dealin’ in real, notarized, nail-hammered HISTORY. Actual bricks. Documented land deeds. Dried ink and deed disputes. No telepathic lake trout, no accordion-playing Wendigo (this week). If you suffer from historical vertigo, factual discomfort, or allergic reactions to architectural truth—PROCEED WITH CAUTION. You may experience involuntary interest in regional land-use patterns.🪓 From the muskeg-sunk shanty of Gates Hoit, which squatted like a thinking outhouse at the edge of civilization, to the genteel clapboarded Banner House—a lakeside resort so respected it even had doorknobs—this episode charts 100+ years of Adirondack pluck, paint fumes, and family ambition.👤 Meet Samuel C. Drew, who camped like a pioneer but dreamt like a surveyor.🦫 Meet Jonathan Bellows, who bought the land, bagged the beaver, and built a hotel with the leftover lumber.🖼️ Meet Arthur F. Tait, a painter so prolific he turned trout and tamaracks into lithographic legend, one Currier & Ives print at a time.📜 And finally, meet Mr. J.S. Kirby, rebrander-in-chief, who looked upon the Bellows House and proclaimed: “Nay, it shall be a BANNER.”🎧 Tune in to hear:How a backwoods outpost became the Crown Jewel of Lower Chateaugay LakeWhy guests once traveled 3 days by steamboat, horse, and boot just to get a decent supperWhat a “shanty” really meant to a 19th-century trapper (spoiler: it involved soup and single-pane windows)And why the Banner House’s legacy still echoes louder than a loon at dusk📡 Broadcast directly from East Bellmont by the dangerously competent producers of the Steamboat Dispatch Syndicate.Hosted by professional gaslamp-smoother and honorary historian Mordecai Vilecreek, with a special guest interview featuring Miss Gladys “Chimney Hat” Kirby (via phonograph cylinder).🧭Hashtags for the Telegraph Age and Beyond:#WindsOfWMountain #BannerHouseHistory #ChateaugayLakeChronicles #AdirondackLegacy #FromShantyToHotel #SteamboatDispatchSpecial #BellowsToBanner #RealHistoryNoCryptids #TaitPaintedHere #TourismBeforeWiFi #HistoricHotelsUSA💥 Don’t miss this rare slab of factual programming baked fresh in the iron stove of truth!Catch it now on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or wherever frontier broadband is tolerated.🎣 Like a smoked Chateaugay Lake salmon trout:Bold. Local. Historic. And just a little briny.🔊 [CLICK HERE TO LISTEN]You’ll laugh, you’ll learn, and you might just find yourself booking a room in the afterlife.

🎧 There’s Something Living in the Woods That Shouldn’t Be...🍂 It Started With a Boy Who Walked Too Far...Some say curiosity killed the cat. 'Round here, we reckon it’s just as likely to drag the boy down to Rocky Brook, neck-deep in something best left undisturbed. Calvin wasn’t looking for trouble, no sir—but the woods... the woods were looking for him. A flash of motion, a smell like damp mushrooms and wet fur, and a glimpse of something that don’t fit in God’s taxonomy books.👉 But what he saw… well, friend, you’ll have to press play to find out. Best do it before sundown.🔥 When Gossip Turns Grim — The Congregation at Abner’s Store...There’s places you go for answers—and places you go for speculation wrapped in pipe smoke and bad coffee. Abner’s Store leans heavily toward the latter. By the time Calvin showed up breathless, that place was packed tighter than a sardine tin with every bewhiskered philosopher and backwoods theologian within ten miles. You’ve never heard a more chaotic blend of doom, mockery, and utter dead seriousness.💥 Want to know what passes for “truth” in Shatagee? You’d best listen in. It’s cheaper than therapy, and twice as disturbing.🌲 Seen. Described. Denied. Repeated.There are those who swear it’s real. There are those who swear at those who swear it’s real. But facts don’t seem inclined to intervene. A shambling mass of moss, fur, rot, and intent—whether you call it a cryptid, a forest spirit, or just “one more reason not to own property near Rocky Brook”—it’s out there. And it’s watching. 👀🎙️ Spoiler: You won’t like how close it gets. But you will like this episode. Press play, sinner.🫖 Oh, It Has Manners — Even Monsters Take Tea...Yes, believe it or not, our local abomination isn’t always skulking about the woods. Sometimes it gussies up in borrowed hats and gaudy earrings and drifts, unbothered, into polite society. Seen—barely—at a perfectly respectable tea party at the Banner House. A social debut, one might say. ☕👒⚓ If you’re thinking, “That can’t possibly be true,” well, welcome to the Shatagee Woods, friend. You must be new here.🔊 🎧 LISTEN NOW:👉 “The Strange Specter of Rocky Brook: The Coolaw Road Fungus-Furred Ambusher” – Streaming now on Spotify.A podcast for anyone who’s ever looked at the woods and thought: “Nope.” 🌲👣🏷️ SEO-Friendly Hashtags to Appease the Crawling Algorithms:#CryptidPodcast #ShatageeWoods #AdirondackLore #HauntedNorthCountry #CryptidHumor #FolkHorror #FungusFurredAmbusher #CryptidSighting #SpookyPodcast #DarkFolklore #BannerHouseTeaParty