White Mountains

By Bart Beeson Peering over the edge of White Horse Ledge in North Conway, New Hampshire, I had to fight the urge to grab on to a nearby tree. The smooth granite rocks slope away and then drop off precipitously, leaving the impression that you could just slide right off

By Everett Potter There was a time when the grand hotels of New Hampshire’s White Mountains beckoned the well-to-do for stays that lasted an entire summer season. Those days may be long gone but three hotels – one of them a survivor and another a reincarnated 21st century version of

By Everett Potter On a recent winter morning, in this Presidential year, I had the pleasure of waking up to a dramatic view of snow-covered Mt. Adams, Mt. Madison and Mt. Washington, the latter the highest peak in the Northeast at 6,288 feet. On this particular New Hampshire morning, it

I spent a recent weekend in the White Mountains with family and friends, finally bagging Mount Chocorua. Standing 3,478-feet high, it doesn’t make the 4,000-foot club and therefore many avid climbers blow it off. They shouldn’t. This is a classic New England climb with an exquisite panorama of the southern

There’s a reason they call New Hampshire the Granite State. But surprisingly most of the rock you find on the trails is quartz, gneiss, and schist, not granite. Nevertheless, if you’re hiking at the higher elevations of the Whites, you’re going to encounter rocks in every shape and size and

“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” At 6:30 am at the Galehead Hut, I awoke to Kimball reading this