In New York’s Adirondacks Mountains, a wave of hotels and resorts is recapturing the rustic glamour of the region’s 19th-century heydey.
In the years after the Civil War, Manhattanites of means began fleeing summer in the city for northern New York State, made newly accessible by the recent railroad boom. Some headed for the lakes and forests of the Adirondacks, where elite families like the Rockefellers, Merriweather Posts, and Vanderbilts built their own private lakeside “Great Camps.” By the turn of the century, more than 180 hotels had opened across the mountain range, many with amenities familiar to resort-goers today: golf courses, barbershops, and children’s playrooms. Other affluent travelers decamped to Saratoga Springs, just south of the Adirondacks. Lavish hotels lined Broadway, the posh spa town’s main street, including the Grand Union Hotel, which was for a time the largest in the world.
However, the region eventually fell out of fashion with the wealthy elite. Most of the area’s hotels, constructed from wood and situated remotely, went up in flames. New highways brought inexpensive motor lodges. Growing up in nearby Albany, I knew little of this history. But last summer, my husband, Caleb, and I discovered that a handful of the old luxury hotels survive or have recently been reborn, allowing travelers to once again experience Saratoga and the Adirondacks in fin de siècle style. Here’s how we toured them.
Adelphi Hotel, Saratoga Springs
Built in 1877, this 32-room hotel was the boutique alternative to its gargantuan neighbors. It reopened in 2017 after a renovation that evokes Gilded Age elegance with a palette of gold and royal blue, massive marble bathrooms, and lots of tufted upholstery. Moreover, the place still feels crisp and modern, thanks to high-tech amenities such as bedside controls that allow you to open the drapes without getting up.
In the evening Caleb and I visited, we chose a sidewalk table at Morrissey’s, the hotel’s cocktail lounge, and watched the passeggiata of preppy families and chattering teenagers against the backdrop of Broadway’s carefully preserved Victorian architecture. We ordered a pickled stone-fruit salad that we’re still talking about and a plate of flatbreads and hummus topped with greens and feta. Just inside the restaurant, two young men sang Neil Young songs from the late 1960s, when the town was a stop on the folk-music circuit — another layer of history. theadelphihotel.com; doubles from $209.
The Sagamore, Bolton Landing
An hour’s drive north, this grand property on a private island off the western shore of Lake George sits like a queen among the vintage motels. Its original 1883 structure burned to the ground, as did its replacement. The current iteration, which dates from 1923, encompasses not only the mammoth main building but also seven multiunit lodges. Although the interiors aren’t slick or trendy — our room, in one of the lodges, was decorated with twig furniture and large photographs of animals — the atmosphere is cheerful and comfortable, and the clientele is diverse. Wandering the island’s 70 acres, we came across staffers helping kids make s’mores, a Southeast Asian family playing soccer, and a band of young escapees from a wedding reception capering on the lawn above the lake. thesagamore.com; doubles from $159.
Hotel Saranac, Saranac Lake
The town of Saranac Lake, two hours farther north, is a dot of civilization amid wilderness. The six-story Hotel Saranac, a landmark since 1927, recently underwent a four-year refurbishment that brought out its Jazz Age roots, with handsome dark woods and plush navy and orange fabrics in the guest rooms. The main entrance is in a covered passage that recalls the hidden shopping arcades of early-19th-century Paris. Furthermore, the Great Hall, the second-floor lobby and lounge, is the showstopper. It’s modeled after a room in a medieval Florence palazzo, down to the hand-painted ceiling. hotelsaranac.com; doubles from $131.
Relax in a Hot Spring Infinity Pool Overlooking Volcanic Mountains
The Point, Saranac Lake
One of the most famous of the Great Camps was built in the early 1930s, at the end of a secluded forest road on Upper Saranac Lake, for William Avery Rockefeller II, a descendant of John D. Fifty years later, the 11-room complex of four lodges was turned into a resort. Pierre and Laurie Lapeyre, a New York City couple who have vacationed at the Point for more than two decades, purchased the property in 2016 and supervised a substantial renovation.
The Point’s team of managers, servers, chefs, and boathouse attendants have a genie-like ability to provide things you didn’t even know you wanted. For instance, if you ask to row to a picnic spot, as we did, they’ll stock your backpack with a gourmet lunch in bento boxes, accompanied by stainless-steel knives and forks, cloth napkins, a map, sunscreen, bug spray, and a marine radio. Consequently, when you return, pleasantly exhausted, they’ll appear with a plate of freshly baked cookies.
Our room, in a cottage out of a German fairy tale, was decorated in what you might call Adirondack Gothic: pine paneling, a thousand throw pillows in as many patterns, and a stone fireplace topped by a towering mantel clock. The other accommodations ranged from Mr. Rockefeller’s cozy former study to the boathouse’s massive upper story. Most guests dress up each night for a superb four-course dinner at the communal table in the taxidermy-rich main hall. Formal wear is requested on Saturday and Wednesday evenings, as that’s what the Rockefellers wore to dinner. However, you can also eat in the kitchen, or on the dock by candlelight.
Dogs are welcome, and Toby, our 10-year-old shepherd mix, frolicked with Romeo, the resident Lagotto Romagnolo. Caleb and I fell into a cycle of reading, napping, and hiking with Toby — a cycle I often interrupted to sneak bites of the goodies left in our room every morning: blueberry cake, house-made potato chips.
On our last afternoon, as we sat on the patio of the main lodge before lunch, I realized I’d lost track of the time, the day, even where I was in the universe. It was not because of Rockefeller traditions or rustic antiques, but because of something more ancient: sun and sky and pure air, the blue lake, the white and purple wildflowers sweeping down to the shore, the hum of insects — the very things people began coming to the Adirondacks for in the first place. thepointresort.com; doubles from $1,750, all-inclusive.
