Santanoni Range
Panther Peak 4442 Feet, Santanoni 4607 Feet & Couchsachraga 3820 Feet

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The Santanoni Range is named after Saint Anthony. 

Unfortunately, Saint Anthony has a more famous brother named  Nicholas...Who you all know as Santa Claus. (Saint Nicholas in Dutch.)

There used to be a Saint Anthony day that was celebrated the first day of Winter for peakbaggers and for the college football bowl season.  This holiday was so much more popular than the holiday that drunk ass Santa Claus attached himself to on the 25th of December.

The powers that be (Walmart, Macy's, Steve's Bait & Tackle, and Toys R Us) needed another big shopping holiday for women and whiny ass kids.  
  
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Adrian on Santanoni or is it Santanonni?

Saint Anthony Day was the best.  You got to Winter hike all you wanted.....And you also get to watch all the the college football bowl games on your couch wearing sex panther cologne to get the chicks. 
                                                                      
                                                                                      Sex Panther Cologne (Odeon)
                                                                             "Previously deemed illegal in 9 countries
                                                                 made with bits of real panther so you knew it was good."
                                                                               
                                                                              
Too bad many death threats were sent to Saint Anthony, and all of the many hundreds of followers of this sacred holiday.  What followed was.......Saint Anthony and the holiday had to go into the winter-ness holiday protection program.  Saint Anthony, the couch, and sex panther cologne were sent to a remote region of the Adirondacks. 

Saint Anthony was changed to Santanoni Mountain
The Couch was changed to Couchsachraga Mountain
And Sex Panther Cologne was Changed to Panther Peak 



The Views From The Top Holiday Poem about Sant Anthony or Santanoni for you losers. 


Twas the night before “Insert your own politically correct holiday here”, and all thru the campsite,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Teejay looking for a bite,
The wool stockings were hung carefully out on a tree,
Because they smelled to high heaven from hiking thru scree,

The hikers were nestled all snug in there mummy sleeping bags,
Having visions of mountains to climb, explore, view and tag,
And Papabear with his bandana, and Darren with his booze,
Had just settled down to take a long winter snooze,

When out in the cripple brush there arose such a freaking clatter,
I sprung up from my sleeping bag and said what the heck is the matter,
Away to the tent door I rolled over in a daze,
I opened up the zipper so quick you’d be amazed,

The moon of Sherpa Kroto was seen by all,
You know Paul, you should pull up your bib-overalls,
When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a beast sled and eight VFTT’ers,

With a HarryK driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he had finally had brought the fix,
More rapid than Stinkyfeet climbing the winter 4K they came,
And he blew his safety whistle, and shouted, and called them by name,

“Now Dax! Now, Snowshoe!, now, Peakbagr and Nancy!
On Grumpy! On Skimom! On, Postrboy and Dave Metsky!
To the top of the warming tent! To the top of the wall!
Now hike away! Hike away! Hike away all!

Blue’s dry cornbread angered the black bears to want to attack,
When the VFTT’ers meet with such an obstacle, they go off trail and bushwhack,
So up to the tent top the VFTT’ers had snuck up to,
With a beast sled full of goodies and HarryK too,

And then, in a rumble, I heard on the roof,
The loud obnoxious and fumbling of the troupe,
As I drew my hand on a hard powerbar, and was turning around,
In the door came HarryK dressed as a clown, (all the Santa Claus costumes were already rented.)

He was dressed in goretex, from head to toe,
His clothes were all covered with Adirondack mud for show,
A bundle of hiking gear he flung from his back,
But where was the “Doctor.” to make me more like Shizzmac?

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, except for Spongebob’s because he is a jerk,
And laying his finger aside his nose,
And giving a nod, he stepped on my toes!

He sprang to the beast sled and gave his rag tag team a whistle,
And away they all hiked faster than a missile,
But I heard him exclaim, as they hiked out of sight,
“Happy Festivus*** to all Aye! And to all a good night!”


***Feats of strength aluminum pole needed to celebrate Festivus not included.

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