🌊🏔️🌫️🪵 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 sighting
• Nat Collins’s measured doubt
• Steamboat Pirate theories
• Floating monolith emergence
• Chateaugay depths, briefly revealed

🪵🌲 If you’re listenin’ close, you might hear the water answer back.