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The White Mountain National Forest is a special and wonderful place to visit throughout the year. There are campgrounds, hiking trails, scenic drives, historic places, and plenty of space to just sit back and relax. Tell us how you enjoy your National Forest and all it has to offer. What is your most fond or memorable experience in the White Mountains? Was it a grueling hike, an idyllic walk through the woods? Or did you come face to face with one of the forest’s native creatures? We’d love to hear your memories, and who knows, you might even see it shared at the July 29th public celebration of the Weeks Act Centennial at the Mount Washington Auto Road. Thanks for sharing.
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• Paul says:

  April 18, 2011 at 5:26 pm

  A scary minute:

  About 20 years ago, we took a weekend day trip from my parents summer place in Hebron, over to drive the Kanc and enjoy some short walks and a bit of swimming. We stopped at the Swift River at one of the places where the public has often stopped to picnic and swim in the chilly waters. There are a series of pools, small riffles and a waterfall with a large pool.

  Our daughter wanted to take a dip into one of the small eddies above the waterfall, and there were many other people doing the same. We got into the water, and somehow she managed to move too far toward the main current. In an instant she was screaming as she was pulled into the current and toward the waterfall, only 25 years away. I quickly dove in, grabbed her and did my best to battle the swift current (the river is aptly named) and got her out of the water only about 10 feet before we both would have gone over the falls. Who knows what might have happened if we’d not made it (it might have just been a scarier moment in the deep water) but it was one heart pounding experience.

  It’s a reminder that nature isn’t designed to be safe for humans. We have created a world for ourselves in which we try to minimize risk, but when we are out in the natural world, we must always exercise caution as appropriate. The natural world owes us no favors.

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• Brian says:

  April 14, 2011 at 7:01 pm

  Jeff and I were on mile forty-five or so on a grueling traverse of the Appalachian Mountain Club’s backcountry hut system. We had started at Carter Notch Hut near Pinkham at 4:30 AM in pouring 45 degree rain and had proceeded to traverse the entire Presidential Range, passing through Madison Springs Hut, Lakes of the Clouds, and then traversed the Pemigewasset Range where we passed Mizpah Spring, Zealand Falls and Galehead– and now my friend Jeff and I were emerging above treeline on Franconia Ridge with a sea of clouds beneath us. A full moon that shone above us bounced twilight onto the rocks and lichens changing a once very familiar place into an enchanted craggy moonscape. I thought back to my summer working at Greenleaf hut, just beneath where we stood now, and considered how I had never spent a night out on the mountain top before now. The air was cool and comfortable and the wind was surprisingly still for 5,260 feet. Jeff and I walked slowly and strangely at the world around us and then in the distance it hit us—there in plain sight was a faint light coming from Lonesome Lake Hut across Franconia Notch where our salvation lay—it was the end of our trip. For the first time all day the clouds and rain subsided and our end goal was so readily visible, yet it was difficult to leave. What should have taken us only a few minutes to walk took several times longer as we took in our surroundings. It was difficult to leave.
  Jeff and I arrived at Lonesome Lake Hut at 12:30AM after twenty and one half hours of nearly continuous hiking and it was finally over. You would have thought that I would pass out instantly once I laid down in my bunk but surprisingly I struggled to fall asleep. I thought about how far I had traveled that day and how much of the forest I had seen. Thank goodness for places where you can travel all day without many signs of humanity. Thank goodness for the Weeks Act.

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