Winds of W Mountain

Johqu Bogart
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Well now, welcome, neighbor, to Winds on W Mountain, where tales as old as these hills—and twice as twisted—whisper their way to you, when the mood strikes and the wind's right. We ain't much for schedules; episodes waft in like smoke from a Shatagee Woods Adirondack Mountain campfire, carrying yarns spun by old-timers, tall tales shared by summer folk clutchin' their city ways, and the kind of uncanny musin's that make web-gawkers wonder if we’re history or hysteria. So, pull up a log, pour some milled cider, and let’s see if these winds are breathin' truth or just ghostin’ us all.

  1. Truth Afloat on the Shatagee

    1H AGO

    Truth Afloat on the Shatagee

    📣 FROM THE STEAMBOAT GAZETTE — “The Cow That Was and the Men Who Never Were” — Winds of W Mountain 🏔️ 🌲 🕯️ 🦴 Listener Advisory:On this podcast, details of a cow’s death by bale wire, its complete disappearance, and changes observed in local young men after checkers matches are discussed. The evening’s chill had settled upon Lower Chateaugay Lake when Leon Douglas discovered his prize cow sprawled in the barn, wire coiled tight about its throat. Eyes wide yet unseeing. Neighbors spoke of an unnatural stillness that lingered for hours. By morning the body had vanished clean away—no prints, no sign it had ever lain there. Word reached Lyon Mountain, where John Miles and Purley Genaway had arrived on unexplained business. At Abner Percy’s general store Purley claimed every checker match with moves too certain for any man. Challengers left quieter each night, a shade less themselves. Then came the report from Mineville. Mayfred Miles, the granddaughter, spoke in a voice not her own: “We are not who left.” With the lamp turned low and snow static on the line, a single question hangs over the North Country. What arrived in their stead? The Steamboat Dispatch delivers this chapter from the shadowed hills. Best heard late, when the ordinary world sleeps. In this episode: Prize cow and bale wireUndefeated at checkersVanished without traceA child’s peculiar words#WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatGazette #ChateaugayLake #LyonMountain #NorthCountryMysteries #AdirondackEnigmas #CheckerboardMystery #VanishingCow #MinevilleReturn #StrangeVisitors 🏔️ 🌲 🕯️ 🦴

    7 min
  2. The Floating Stonehenge of Upper Chateaugay Lake

    FEB 11

    The Floating Stonehenge of Upper Chateaugay Lake

    🌊🏔️🌫️🪵 Winds of W Mountain presents a North-Country field report from Upper Chateaugay—fog-thick, ink-dark, and full of disputed witness talk. 🚨 Broadcast Notice Accounts include sudden lake emergences, disputed eyewitness claims of unnatural rising, and local speculation (ancient hands or pirate mischief). Contains descriptions of eerie water sounds. Out on Upper Chateaugay Lake—where the fog rolls thick as printer’s ink—Old Man Pratt stood boot-deep in the shallows and watched jagged monoliths break the surface with a crack like old timber splitting. Not driftwood, not ice-heaved rock: arranged, deliberate—an uneven ring heaving itself up from the black depths as if the lake had decided to cough up its secrets. Nat Collins, guide with hands callused by decades on the edges of these wilds, stared long across the water. Man-made, he reckoned—or shaped by hands no longer walking our soil. Abenaki work? Steamboat Pirates pulling one last prank from the grave? The stones offered no easy answer, only that unsettling lift, slow and certain. From the tape comes Pratt’s low rasp: “Them stones ain’t of this world. They ain’t of this lake. They ain’t even of this time.” A quiet question hangs over East Bellmont taverns: what tide, exactly, lifted them now—after all these years submerged? Best heard after dark, lamp low, a faint ridge-static riding the line. Headphones on. Fire crackling. Let the lake tell its own tall tale. Pull up a chair; the broadcast is ready when you are. In this episode: Old Man Pratt’s sightingNat Collins’s measured doubtSteamboat Pirate theoriesFloating monolith emergenceChateaugay depths, briefly revealed 🪵🌲 If you’re listenin’ close, you might hear the water answer back.

    6 min
  3. Iphigenia in the Woods

    FEB 7

    Iphigenia in the Woods

    🎙️ 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 stones Wire beneath the altar A diary, half-burned Moss cut to measure Pull 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 🧭📻

    5 min
  4. Voices from the Sandbar

    JAN 29

    Voices from the Sandbar

    📣 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 twice Spin the dial slow. Warm the valves. Pull up a chair where the floorboards know your boots. #WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #ShatageeWoods #ChateaugayLake #NorthCountryLore #IronAndWater #BackwoodsBroadcast #LakeGeometry 🧭📻🌲

    15 min
  5. Matters Heard at Percy's Store

    JAN 25

    Matters Heard at Percy's Store

    🎙️ 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 strain Pull the dial slow, mind the static, and draw nearer. 📻🎙️ #WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #ChateaugayLake #PercysStore #Brainardsville #NorthCountryCold #ForgeEra #LakeLore #TavernBulletin 🌲🛶

    5 min
  6. The Fink Fallout

    JAN 21

    The Fink Fallout

    🚨 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 🔥🏔️🌲

    6 min
  7. Roy Cootey Remembers: Tales from The Forge at Chateaugay Lake

    JAN 2 · BONUS

    Roy Cootey Remembers: Tales from The Forge at Chateaugay Lake

    🎙️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 🔥👁️‍🗨️

    16 min
  8. The Inversion Parish: Chronostasis in the Mist-rot Church

    11/08/2025

    The Inversion Parish: Chronostasis in the Mist-rot Church

    📣🎙️ 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

    8 min
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Well now, welcome, neighbor, to Winds on W Mountain, where tales as old as these hills—and twice as twisted—whisper their way to you, when the mood strikes and the wind's right. We ain't much for schedules; episodes waft in like smoke from a Shatagee Woods Adirondack Mountain campfire, carrying yarns spun by old-timers, tall tales shared by summer folk clutchin' their city ways, and the kind of uncanny musin's that make web-gawkers wonder if we’re history or hysteria. So, pull up a log, pour some milled cider, and let’s see if these winds are breathin' truth or just ghostin’ us all.

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  • Creator
    Johqu Bogart
  • Years Active
    2025 - 2026
  • Episodes
    59
  • Rating
    Explicit
  • Copyright
    © Johqu Bogart
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    Winds of W Mountain