🔊 “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. 😉

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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.

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🎧 Pull your slouch cap low and press play—the lake will see you now.