Lake Monsters of the Adirondacks: My Family’s Monster‑Free Record

 

Beautiful Lake George surrounded by lush green hills, framed by leafy branches in the foreground, with a small sailboat visible on the water under a clear sky.

Growing Up Between Two Monster Lakes

My family has spent a lot of time on the two Adirondack lakes most famous for monster sightings. My mother grew up in Ticonderoga, right between Lake George and Lake Champlain, and I spent my childhood on Lake George. We used to road‑trip to Vermont and often took the ferry across Lake Champlain. If Champ was going to make an appearance, we were giving him every opportunity.

He never did. My mother never saw him either. Not even a suspicious ripple.

Champ is the celebrity cryptid of the region — the Adirondack Nessie — and people have been reporting sightings since the 1800s. Meanwhile, my family crossed that lake so many times we practically deserved a loyalty punch card, and still: nothing. Not even a polite bubble.

Champ: The Famous Monster Who Never Showed Up

Champ gets all the attention. Books, documentaries, blurry photos, breathless eyewitness accounts — he’s the star of Lake Champlain. And yet, despite all those ferry crossings, neither my mother nor I ever saw anything that even hinted at a lake monster.

Plenty of waves. Plenty of logs. Zero monsters.

Georgie: The Lake George Monster We All Joked About

Lake George has a monster too, though it’s a much quieter legend. Growing up, we kids always joked about “Georgie,” the Lake George lake monster. I assumed Georgie was just the local version of Champ — a long‑necked creature lurking in the deep water, ready to pop up and terrify boaters.

 

I never knew Georgie had an actual origin story. Apparently most people don’t, because Georgie tends to get lumped in with Champ and Nessie as if he’s part of the same folklore family.

He isn’t.

The Wild, Forgotten Origin Story of Georgie

Georgie was a hoax — and a spectacular one.

Back in 1904, painter Harry Watrous built a ten‑foot lake monster out of a cedar log, complete with a skinny neck, big eyes, a wide mouth, and hemp‑rope whiskers. He created it to get revenge on a newspaper editor who had tricked him with a fake giant trout.

Watrous anchored his monster in Hague Bay and rigged it with a pulley system so he could make it rise dramatically out of the water whenever he felt like causing chaos.

And he did.

Panicked boaters, screaming passengers, parasol attacks — Georgie caused absolute mayhem. Watrous revived the monster again in 1934 just to “spoof the world” one more time. The original Georgie still exists and lives at the historical museum in Hague.

None of this made it into the version of Georgie I grew up with. To us, Georgie was just the Lake George monster — the one we joked about while swimming or boating, the one we pretended might be lurking under the dock. The prank faded, but the idea stuck.

My Family’s Real Lake Sightings (Everything Except Monsters)

And despite all that time on the lake, I never saw Georgie. My mother never saw Georgie. And my brother — who has spent more time on Lake George than anyone I know — has never seen Georgie.

This is impressive, because my brother has seen everything else.

He’s seen rattlesnakes swimming across Lake George. The lake’s had rabid beavers. He’s seen deer swimming across the lake like they’re training for a triathlon. He’s seen strange wakes, odd shadows, weird currents, and fog that makes the lake look like a horror movie set. There have even been water spouts!

Island Camping: Prime Monster Hours, Still No Monsters

My brother also camps out on the Lake George islands during the summer, which means he’s out there at night — prime monster hours. If Georgie were real, my brother would have had front‑row seats.

But no. Not a single monster sighting.

If Monsters Exist, They’re Avoiding Us

Between Champ and Georgie, the Adirondacks are supposedly home to two lake monsters. My family has spent generations swimming, boating, camping, ferrying, and occasionally dodging rabid beavers — and we’ve never seen one. Not even a hint.

If the monsters are out there, they’re clearly shy… or they’ve decided my family isn’t worth the trouble.

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WMEO 9 — Feline News Desk Commentary- What’s in a Name

The Newroom cats of WMEO prepare to share thier thoughts on the mews of the day

WMEO 9 — Feline News Desk Commentary- What’s in a name?

Broadcasting live from the living room newsroom

Banner: “WMEO 9 Breaking Mews: “The humans are renaming lakes now. Apparently renaming the Gulf of Mexico wasn’t enough — they’ve moved inland.”

Balboa: “Next up: renaming puddles. I call dibs on the one under the kitchen sink.”

Banner: “Experts say Lake Ontario might become Lake America. I say experts need a nap.”

Balboa: I renamed my litter box Lake Trump. It still smells and its still a terrible idea. Still more thought than the humans put into theirs.”

Banner: “Experts say renaming a lake doesn’t fix anything. I say experts should look at my brother’s litter box.”

Balboa: “Hey! My litter box is a natural ecosystem. It has layers and  history. It has… sediment.”

Banner: “It has EPA violations.”

Kitty Litter box with a sign designating it as Lake Trump. 2 crayons sit ont he floor

WMEO Educational Moment

Banner: “By the way, Lake Ontario already has a name. It comes from the Huron and Iroquois languages meaning ‘great lake,’ ‘beautiful lake,’ or ‘sparkling waters.’”

Balboa: “So it already had a good name. Unlike my litter box.”

Banner: “Correct. Some things don’t need renaming. Some things need cleaning.”

2 Newsroom cats signing off at the end of thier mewscast

 

Banner: “More updates as the humans continue renaming things nobody asked them to.”

This has been a WMEO Commentary. We Meow-You Listen

Please resume your regular scrolling

 

Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day

A serene landscape featuring a wooden bridge over a small stream surrounded by green grass and colorful flowers. A bright rainbow arcs across a golden sky with soft clouds, and a butterfly hovers near the center, creating a peaceful, dreamlike scene.

In Memory of Mr. Jazz Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day was created by author Deborah Barnes in honor of her beloved cat, Mr. Jazz, who passed on August 28, 2013. It’s a day to remember the pets who touched our lives and left pawprints on our hearts.

Today we honor the pets who shared our homes, our routines, and our hearts. Pet loss is a grief that cuts deeply. They become family, and when they’re gone, the silence they leave behind is enormous. Many people say they mourned a pet more than a person — and while that can feel uncomfortable to admit, it’s true for many of us. We love them fiercely, and we lose them fiercely. And still, we adopt again. Because love is worth the risk.

My Rainbow Bridge Roll Call

Mittens – My first cat. Black with white paws, and the beginning of it all.

Squinty – A semi‑feral, long‑haired, scruffy stray… but I loved him anyway.

Starsky and Hutch – A matched pair of white cats with black ears and black caps on their heads.

Shadow – A polydactyl adventurer who loved car rides and terrorized every squirrel in the neighborhood.

Pyewacket – The sweetest little black‑and‑white kitty.

Little Joe – A rescued Persian, loyal right to the end.

Smoky – Saved from animal control and a hoarding situation. Declawed, poor thing, but still gentle and sweet.

Buddy – My boomerang cat. I tried to re‑home him three times, but he kept coming back. He wanted to be with me — and he was, until he passed.

Rocky – My first orange cat. A very special boy. We were together almost 20 years, and his passing left a hole in my heart.

Each one gone, each one remembered. All of them loved.

And beyond the cats…

There were dogs who wagged their way into my life, a parakeet who filled quiet mornings with chatter, and even a horse whose steady presence taught me patience and trust. Each one left their own mark, but the cats — oh, the cats — have always been the constant thread through my years.

The Present Moment

Banner and Balboa are here now — six years old already, somehow. Half their lives lived, half still ahead.

A Wish for You

If you’ve recently lost a pet — cat, dog, bird, reptile, or a companion I can’t even imagine — I wish you comfort. I believe they will be waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge, whole and happy, ready to greet you again someday.

Florida’s Best- A WMEO‑9 SPECIAL REPORT- We Meow, You Listen

 

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🐾 WMEO‑9 SPECIAL REPORT- WE MEOW, YOU LISTEN

Hand holding a circular blue and silver “Best of Florida 2026” badge featuring the state of Florida icon, the Guide to Florida branding, and the hashtag #LoveFlorida, with the words “Drumroll Please!” above it.

ST JEAN CREATIVE DOES IT AGAIN — FLORIDA’S BEST PHOTOGRAPHER!

Banner (anchoring): “Good evening, viewers! Rumors have been flying, speculation rampant, and the suspense thicker than a furball in February. The question on every Floridian’s mind — who would win Best Photographer this year?”

Balboa (interrupting): “Banner, you’ve been pacing for days. You knocked over my treat jar twice waiting for the results.”

Banner: “Professional anticipation, Balboa. It’s called journalistic tension.”

Balboa: “It’s called chaos.”

🎥 The Story So Far

Last year, St Jean Creative Photography stunned the Sunshine State by taking home the top prize in the Best of Florida competition. The results for this year? Locked tighter than the treat cabinet. Until now.

Banner (dramatically): “It’s official! St Jean Creative has done it again! For the second year in a row, they’ve walked away with the top honor — Florida’s Best Photographer!”

Balboa (sniffing the air): “I smell victory. And maybe catnip.”

🌴 Why They’re the Best

Located in St. Petersburg, St Jean Creative lives up to its name — turning imagination into art. From weddings on the beach to Santa in the surf, from Hocus Focus Halloween magic to Dudeoir Valentine’s Day fun, they capture every moment with creativity and heart. Sports. Dance. Family vacations. Holiday thrills. Pets welcome too — even the dramatic ones.

Colorful collage celebrating St Jean Creative’s back‑to‑back Best of Florida photography win, featuring themed photoshoots including Halloween characters, youth sports, dancers on stage, Santa scenes, beach wedding portraits, and a Dudeoir Valentine’s photo, centered around a “Best of Florida Winner” badge with congratulatory text and the WMEO logo.

 

Banner: “Balboa, you’d fit right in their ‘Pets Welcome’ campaign.”

Balboa: “I demand my own photo shoot. With snacks.”

🏆 The Official Verdict

WMEO‑9 Newsroom confirms: St Jean Creative has officially secured the Best of Florida Photography title for 2026. A back‑to‑back win that cements their place at the top of Florida’s creative scene.

Banner: “Congratulations to St Jean Creative on another year on top!” Balboa: “And congratulations to me for surviving Banner’s victory dance.”

⭐ VOTE FOR ST JEAN CREATIVE — BEST OF FLORIDA 2027

Florida readers can cast their 2027 votes here: 👉 Guide To Florida

Voting is open now through July 28, 2027 at 11:59 AM

Banner: “Florida, let’s make it three in a row.” Balboa: “Vote. Do it for the art. And the cats.”

📞 BOOK YOUR PHOTO SHOOT WITH ST JEAN CREATIVE

Ready to schedule your session? Call 727‑317‑6765 to book your shoot.

Banner: “Family photos, holiday magic, sports, dance — they do it all.”

Balboa: “Tell them Balboa sent you. Maybe they’ll give me extra treats.”

🐾 WMEO Sign‑Off

“This has been a WMEO‑9 Special Report. Banner and Balboa reporting live from the newsroom — where the lights are bright, the treats are scarce, and the creativity never sleeps.”

Two cats sit behind a WMEO 9 news desk in a newsroom setting, with the orange cat and black cat posed like anchors above the text “Thank you for watching.

You may now resume your regularly scheduled scrolling

 

You Know You’re From Massachusetts if:

A two‑panel meme comparing reactions to snow. The top panel shows cars and trucks stuck on a snowy highway near signs for Birmingham and Tuscaloosa, with the caption “The South be like ‘We’re all gonna die!!!’”. The bottom panel shows a person sitting outside in deep snow while grilling food, with the caption “Meanwhile in Massachusetts ‘How do you want your burger?’”.

Ten Quirky Things Massachusetts People Do

Seasons change, and with the change, folks in Massachusetts swap out habits — at least a little. But some things stay the same no matter the weather. Here are a few more quirks that Massachusetts natives do that make outsiders scratch their heads and wonder how we function.

1. We refuse to turn on the heat until Halloween.

It can be 48 degrees in the house, we’re wearing two hoodies and a blanket, and we still say, “It’s not cold yet.” The thermostat doesn’t move until October 31. It’s tradition and stubbornness and  it’s pride.

2. We save winter parking spots with random household objects.

Shovel out a spot after a storm? Congratulations — it’s yours until spring. And to make sure everyone knows it, we’ll guard it with:

  • a kitchen chair
  • a trash barrel
  • a traffic cone
  • a busted fan
  • or something so weird it becomes a neighborhood landmark

Everyone respects the system. It’s unwritten law.

3. We give directions using landmarks that no longer exist — and we always tell you to “bang a Uey.”

Ask a Massachusetts person how to get somewhere and you’ll hear:

  • “Take a right where the old Friendly’s used to be.”
  • “Go past the building that burned down in ’92.”
  • “Turn left after the Dunkin’ — not that Dunkin’, the other Dunkin’.”

And if you miss the turn? No problem. They’ll say, “Just bang a Uey,” like it’s the most normal driving instruction in the world. ( That’s a U-Turn, legal or not)

4. We call highways by names that haven’t been used in decades.

Nobody says I‑95 or I‑93. Nobody says Route 90.

We say:

  • “The Pike”
  • “The Expressway”
  • “128”
  • “The Artery”
  • “The Braintree Split”

Newcomers think we’re speaking in riddles.

5. We will drive 20 minutes out of the way to avoid paying a toll.

Massachusetts people will zigzag through back roads, hit three rotaries, and add fifteen minutes to the trip just to avoid paying $1.25 on the Pike. And we’ll brag about it like we outsmarted the system.

6. We treat Dunkin’ like it’s a public utility.

There are towns with one Dunkin’ on each corner, and somehow they’re all busy. We don’t ask, “Where’s the nearest Dunkin’?” We ask, “Which Dunkin’ are you going to?”

7. We think rotaries are perfectly normal — and we insist they are rotaries, not roundabouts or traffic circles.

Other states panic when they see one. We glide through them like we’re in a NASCAR warm‑up lap.

And if someone from out of state calls it a “roundabout,” we will correct them immediately. It’s a rotary. It has always been a rotary. It will never be anything but a rotary.

If you hesitate, you’ll get honked at by someone who learned to drive on the Bourne Rotary.

8. We pronounce town names in ways that confuse everyone else.

Gloucester?

Worcester?

Leominster?

Peabody?

We say them like we swallowed half the syllables and decided the rest were optional.

9. We have strong opinions about which Market Basket is “the good one.”

Every region has at least one Market Basket that’s:

  • cleaner
  • faster
  • better stocked
  • less chaotic

And we will drive past three other grocery stores to go to that one.

10. We treat weather like a competitive sport.

If someone says, “It’s cold today,” a Massachusetts person will immediately respond with:

  • “You think this is cold?”
  • “You should’ve been here in ’15.”
  • “This is nothing.”
  • The Blizzard of ’78? That’s nothin’

We don’t just endure weather — we brag about surviving it.

If you’re from Massachusetts, you probably nodded at least once. If you’re not… well, now you know why we are the way we are. We got some wicked , quirky habits. Lets bang a Uey and grab a cuppa iced coffee at that Dunkin up ahead. By the way, where are you from and what quirky habits make your state special?