ADIRONDACK SURVIVORS: RUSTIC 'GRAND CAMPS'
THEY arrived in private railway cars, sped through the woods in covered surreys and cruised across lakes in mahogany boats before reaching their summer places in the Adirondack Mountains of northern New York. They called their one-or two-thousand-acre estates ''camps'' in the same spirit that they called their marble palaces in Newport, R.I., ''cottages.'' ''Of everything I have experienced in America, this is probably the strangest,'' wrote Sigmund Freud, who, on a trip to the camps at the turn of the century, was struck by their incongruous luxury in the wilderness. The camps were also given modest names, like Camp Pine Knot, owned by Collis P. Huntington (''Unquestionably the most picturesque and recherche affair of its kind in the wilderness,'' according to an 1881 guidebook); J.P. Morgan's Camp Uncas, which has a fieldstone fireplace as big as some Manhattan apartments, and Francis P. Garvan's Kamp Kill Kare, the oddest of names for the most stylish of the camps, which are now called ''grand camps.'' At Uncas, for example, Mr. Morgan's cuisine was French, but perhaps to remind guests that they were roughing it, the butter plates were made of birch bark. Anthony N.B. Garvan, grandson of the builder, recalling summers at his family's camp, said, ''To have such a camp at the end of a six-and-a-half-mile dirt road - it was like Delmonico's on the frontier.''