Showing posts with label Boott Spur. Show all posts
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Monday, March 18, 2013

3-17-13 Tuckerman Ravine

Mt. Adams (left) and Mt. Madison (right) under a lenticular altocumulus cloud Sunday morning photographed from the Glen House site at the base of the Mt. Washington Auto Road. If you enlarge the photo you can see snow dancing up the ridge between J.Q Adams, the bump on the ridge near the center of the photo, and Mt. Adams, itself, that indicates high wind speed associated with the lenticular clouds.
Mt. Adams, right, and Mt. Jefferson on the left. The darkened ridge jutting down from Jefferson is "Jefferson's Knee".  Jefferson Ravine is to the right of the Knee. Wonderful colors!
Mt. Washington with Boott Spur on the far left. This is the east side of Mt. Washington and the Presidential Range and the location where I took the photograph, back in the 1800s, was referred to as "The Glen" the name used in previous articles in this blog about trail building. A bridle path to the summit began here and was used for just a few years before the road to the summit was completed. By 1860 the bridle paths were no longer in business. The Crawford Path fell into disrepair but was still used by hikers, particularly with the brisk hotel trade growing in and around Crawford Notch and westward towards Twin Mountain
Close up of Mt. Washington. In an hour I would be up in that cloud.
Starting up the Fire Trail towards Tuckerman Ravine in early morning light.
AT (alpine touring) skier heading for the top of the Sherburne Ski Trail.

Couple heading down after a night in one of the shelters. Temperatures over night dipped to minus 7 degrees farhrenheit and the wind was whipping the loose new snow around.

The proud owner of this handsome mustache.

Three guys heading for the summit.

She said her Appalachian Trail name was "Belle of Baltimore".  She was on her way down after spending the weekend camping in the Ravine with her husband and their handsome pet.

The bridge at the 2/3-of-the-way mark is still under a lot of snow.

Ski tracks on the Cutler River (Alpine and Telemark skiers bushwhack a lot).

Getting close to Raymond Corner which is an indication you're almost up to the shelter.

This is John. He lives close to the mountains and is a frequent hiker on the trails. He completed his 4000 footers last fall and is looking for out-of-the-way places to hike. With temperatures around zero and a bit of wind he was out in an all-cotton outfit consisting of blue jeans and a hoodie!

Shelter #2.

 Behind the shelters is this outlook across Hermit Lake towards the Little Headwall and where, weather permitting there is a great shot of Tuckerman Ravine, but not today. This is the bottom edge of that lenticular altocumulus cloud I photographed at the Glen House earlier. The wind, here, was leaping out of the ravine, propelled by gravity and the cold temperature, racing across the ice and ripping through the firs and soundling like a freight train.

Lion Head.

Hermit Lake Shelter.

There were just a few folks about. Some that had hiked up had already skied down the Sherburne and this group was getting ready to do the same. The conditions above the shelter were pretty nasty with high wind gusts and blowing snow and low temps. A group did head up Hillman's Highway but were soon lost in the clouds. The snow depth at the official snow stake was 61 inches. Rain last week (3-13-13) got up the mountain this far and settled the snow and left a thick crust but probably all for the good. The Ravine picked up 4 inches of new snow on Saturday-Sunday and a foot, or more, is forecast for this coming Tuseday (3-19-13) and even more later in the week. The winter isn't over yet.

David Weston, one of the AMC's intrepid Tuck Shelter caretakers.

A glimpse of the hut interior. It always feels like home to me. I'd come up to do some research which consisted of sitting on the couch next to the heater and reading a Masters Thesis written in 1978 by a University of Massachusetts grad student by the name of Diane Eskenasy. The title of her thesis is The Origin of The King Ravine Rock Glacier in The Presidential Range of the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Her thesis, and several others on various topics, somehow, or other, ended up at Tuck Shelter some years ago and have been sitting in the book shelf there. Like a lot of other people I've been curious about the "rock glacier" in King Ravine for years and have wanted to camp on the floor of King Ravine for a few days to explore its nooks and crannies. The rock glacier is reported to be the only one of its kind in New England. They are commonly found in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado and Wyoming. Ms Eskenasy wrote: "King Ravine, one of the north facing cirques on the Presidential Range, contains an inactive rock glacier, a mass of rocks having the morphology of an alpine glacier." I may, this summer, get into King Ravine and integrate Ms Eskenasy's thesis into a blog article with photos that might help explain what a rock glacier is and how it evolved.

Shape of the King Ravine rock glacier from an aerial photo. The mass of rock debris is roughly 1800 feet long and 1000 feet wide. ( Diane Eskenasy, 1978).

Profile representing the rock glacier after the separation of the King Ravine ice lobe from the continental ice sheet after the disappearance of the ice sheet from New Hampshire. (From Eskenasy, 1978). (I took photos of the diagrams in the books holding my camera with one hand while I attempted to flatten the page with my other hand--which accounts for the distortion in parallax)

Modern profile of the rock glacier. The term rock glacier doesn't imply that the rock lobe is moving. It means that the glacier, at one time, when it was active transported blocks from higher on the cirque headwall. The predominant ice has since melted leaving the blocks in the form of a glacier. The time line between the first diagram and this one is roughly 11,000 years (from Eskenasy, 1978).

The view out the west-facing window in Tuck Shelter which has a spectacular view of Tuckerman Ravine--normally. It's possible to sit in the swivel chair and, with a good pair of binoculars, watch skiers and hikers in the Ravine.  
Around noon the temperature had struggled up into the positive single digits but the wind was still gusting above 40 mph so it wasn't your best hiking weather. As I was just about to head down there was this good-sized group trying to stay warm on the porch while gearing up to head out.
This is as clear as it got while I was in Tuckerman Ravine--even a small patch of blue sky! I told everyone that after I left it would clear up and be a beautiful afternoon. I'm not sure that actually happened.

A man and his dog. We got into a conversation about dogs trained to find climbers buried in avalanches which brought up the famous German Shepherd by the name of Tuckerman, now deceased, who was trained by his owner, Brad Ray a US Forest Service Snow Ranger based in Tuckerman Ravine, to search and locate people buried in avalanches. Tuckerman (the dog) would quickly sniff out "victims" that Brad had buried at different levels under the snow on steep slopes, like Hillman's Highway and the lower snowfields. It was pretty cool to watch how fast he could find the volunteer victims.

I didn't ask, but I'm pretty sure that's his girl friend.

Two more hearty souls coming up the mountain.

In some of the photos you can see shards of sun stabbing through the clouds and trees here and there but a few seconds of muted sunlight would quickly be replaced with blowing snow and the gray, flat light. This photo is just above Raymond Corner on the Tuckerman Ravine Trail (also called the Fire Trail).
Lucas and his dad. I repeat this a lot but it's gratifying to see fathers bringing their sons and daughters to the mountains. This was Lucas' first time and he wasn't 100 percent enthused but it would be interesting to "follow him" and see if he comes back in his later years.
Another first-timer and obviously enthused about the hike. 
The Cutler River just above Pinkham. Most of the very early hikers, from the mid-1600s to the late 1700s, it's believed, approached Mt. Washington from the east and began their climbs in Pinkham Notch following the Cutler to Tuckerman Ravine where they then ascended Boott Spur and from there traversed to the summit cone and the summit itself. It's interesting to try and imagine what the bushwhack up beside the Cutler and up through the krummholz to the above-treeline areas of Boott Spur would have been like in the early 1700s. The Cutler has some great swimming holes! When I was 17, in the early1960s, on hot summer afternoons and evenings groups of us, young men and women who worked at Pinkham or in the huts, used to follow the river upstream a ways, until we were out of sight of the lodge and our boss, and swim and drink deliciously clandestine beer.

Finally I passed some one close to my own age. This was another father and son duo with the father on the left. They were heading up to ski the Sherburne. We had a nice chat about the "good old days."

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Part I Pemi Traverse: Bushwhacking by Necessity


The blue line on the map represents my solo winter ski traverse, mostly bushwhacking (not using established trails), across the Pemigewasset Wilderness in January 2000. I started at the bottom of the Greenleaf Trail in Franconia Notch (upper left-hand corner of the map) and finished at Rt. 302 at the base of the Sawyer River Road in the lower right-hand corner of the map. The black line is my proposed, not-for-winter, bushwhacking traverse across the Pemigewasset Wilderness from the town of Lincoln in the lower left corner of the map to the top of Crawford Notch in the upper right corner of the map. I was looking forward to doing it this year, 2012, but, most likely, will postpone it until early next spring so this is just an update of what I've done so far and problems I'm trying resolve. Both the solid black line and the dotted black line in the lower left corner of the above map are proposed routes, with the dotted line being an alternate route from the solid black line I was originally going to follow. Confused? I'll explain it below. 

This is a section of an AMC Franconia Region trail map from the 1960 AMC trail guide. In doing a "test run" of my proposed route a few weeks ago I discovered a problem that made me consider an alternative route. Heading up the route, the solid black line out of Lincoln (lower left part of map curving on the upper side of Little Coolidge Mt.) I found the balsam firs and spruce unbelievably dense starting low on the north facing slopes all the way to the ridge and between Whaleback Mt. and Mt. Flume. Trying to push through in random spots was impossible. This is a common feature of bushwhacking at elevatons close to "tree line". There are several alternative bushwhacking routes to the ridge, however. One that caught my eye is via the old Osseo Trail that was abandoned 45-plus years ago. You can see it as a faint dotted black line leaving the Kancamagus Highway just east of Lincoln, next to Clear Brook, and above the words "Branch" and "Camp 3" and it heads steeply up to the summit of Osseo-Whaleback Mtn before it joins the Franconia Ridge Trail on the south side of Mt. Flume. It was replaced in the late 1960s with the new Osseo Trail that plunges down from Mt. Flume to the Wilderness Trail on the east side of the ridge (see recent trail guides). On the first, greenish map I drew the heavy, dotted, black line to show the approximate location of the old Osseo Trail. The description of the trail is below (taken from pgs. 128 and 129 in the Appalachian Mountain Club's A.M.C. White Mountain Guide 1960, copyright 1960).

I failed in my first, cursory attempt to find the starting point of the Osseo Trail and/or some remnant of it that would identify it as such. One problem is that the terminus of the old trail is now a huge condominium complex that's part of the Loon Mountain recreation area. I searched by walking uphill in back of the condominiums and traversing east and west but was unable to find the trail's entry/exit point. At any rate this article pre-dates the 11-17-12 article in which I describe locating the old trail and successful ascending Mt. Osseo/Whaleback. From this point this narrative will concern itself with the topic of Bushwhacking, interweaving my own plans with the history of bushwhacking that includes some history of trail building in the White Mountains. 

 
Looking into what has been referred to as a glacial cirque  in a story titled "Winter Climbing In the Pemi" by Michael Edesess (June 1963 Appalachia, p. 519 ). Unfortunately, it's not a cirque even though it looks like one from some angles. At any rate, Michael's story includes some wonderful
descriptions of a week spent in the Pemi by his winter hiking and camping group in the winter of 1963. They completed some extraordinary bushwhacks including the Bonds from Redrock Basin and Carrigain. It was his article that inspired my winter traverse-bushwhack of the Pemi in 2000. Redrock Basin, the large cirque-like bowl in the photo is located between Mts. Guyot and Mt. Bond and there are no trails on this side. The usual route(s) for bushwhacking are via the slides. In 2000 I went up the one on the right which comes out on the ridge between Bond and West Bond. The slide on the left, or north side of the basin, is also used to get up on the ridge to the Twinway Trail.
 
Looking down at Owls head from Mt. Truman (Truman is an unofficial name for the bump between the summits of Mt. Lafayette and Mt. Lincoln) on the Franconia Ridge. Mt. Carrigain is in the center distance. On my January 2000 traverse I skied down the slide in the foreground and then skinned up Owls Head in a long switchback. The skiing in the glades on the east side of Owls Head was superb as it also was on the southeast side of Bond Cliff.  Owls Head's an interesting mountain geologically and ecologically. It's counted as a 4000 footer but there's rumors that it's just under 4000 feet asl. (Do not take this as a fact! I'll get tarred and feathered. Due to precise readings from the newest GPS technology it may be just under 4000 feet that still hasn't been established. Owl's Head has always been a problem altitude-wise. It took years to find the true summit and when it was located it was over 4000 feet, but only barely. Almost all of the principle peaks, e.g. Carrigain, have had their altitudes changed in the last 30 years.) That's Mt. Carrigain in the center distance. Passaconway is the sharp pointed peak in the right background. I'm including this photo to show the extent of the balsam fir growth on Owls Head which makes it a really nasty bushwhack. I will have to find a good entry point, an old slide possibly, to ascend from. You can see a few that might be feasible. By the way, I'll talk more about the 4000 Footer Club, it's history, farther on.

 
Looking over at North and South Twin, Guyot and Bond (and myriad other summits near and far) from the top of Owl's Head in a photograph taken by Miriam Underhill in February 1959. (Appalachia, June 1959, pg. 519) When this photo it was widely believed that Redrock Basin and the basin below Bond Cliffs, on the right, were authentic glacial cirques just like those on the Presidential Range. By 1961 they were no longer considered cirques but Miriam's photo illustrates why it was so compelling to believe they were. The eminent geologist Dick Goldthwaite, among others, reported that there was no evidence of an alpine glacier occupying the two "bowls" and probably wouldn't because the bowl was facing due west. If you look at the Presidential Range you will find no westward facing cirques created by local, alpine glaciers because the prevailing winds, according to theory, were out of the west so the bowls wouldn't collect enough snow to form a glacier. I like the photo because it shows the extent of the logging in this area and the altitude up to which the loggers cut on the peaks 40 years, or so,  before the photo was taken. Miriam took the photo while bushwhacking up Owl's Head on a Winter 4000-Footer club trip that included her husband, Robert L.M. Underhill and several others. The Underhills completed their winter 4,000 Footers in 1963.


  Bushwhacking up Owl's Head, February 1963 (AMC Photo).

My interest in attempting the traverse has several facets. One is simply for the adventure and another is simply getting closer to the mountains as in knowing them better. I can hike on a trail and look down the whole way without seeing anything, but bushwhacking requires paying attention. You're more involved with the terrain. Bushwhacking requires a change of pace along with getting away from people, the huts and all of those distractions.  On my recent hike up Mt. Whaleback (11-18-12) it was so refreshing to spend a whole day in the mountains without seeing another soul or hearing reminders of human activity with the exception of the drone of an airplane flying high overhead. If your passion is to study the fauna and flora then bushwhacking is far more rewarding than studying from the trail (with the exception of areas above treeline where it's important to protects alpine plants by staying on the trail, or walking on rock slabs).  

  It's still possible to recreate the experience of navigating through 
the mountains the way early explorers had to before there were 
 trails, for instance, by bushwhacking through the Pemigewasset 
via Zealand and Carrigain notchs and climbing Mt. Lowell.

In the earliest historical accounts of exploration in the White Mountains bushwhacking was de rigeur. Colonization of the New England coast by Europeans in the early 1600s triggered several attempts to explore what's now central and northern New England by fur trappers, hunters, soldiers, fortune seekers, and land speculators etc, who found themselves in a real wilderness, one we will never see the likes of again on this planet. They bushwhacked or followed the network of Indian paths that crisscrossed the Northeast threading mainly along river bottoms and, for the most part, avoiding the high country. The Indians also relied on birch bark canoes, a far more efficient means to travel utilizing the myriad rivers and lakes of the Northeast.

 
                               Bushwhacking allows you to get lost in the sense that you get 
completely absorbed in the activity, like a child at play, and the
pleasure comes from stumbling on something new, a view, or a  
stream with the light shafting through the trees, or a rare plant.  
A cascade (photo) in Whitewall Brook in Zealand Notch, where 
wildness and beauty coincide. Following a brook is a good way 
to begin learning how to bushwhack safely.

The wildness of the White Mountains stalled settlement of the north country for a century. You could go around them by heading up the rich valleys of either the Connecticut or Androsgoggin Rivers which made it possible for some homesteaders to settle north of the mountains, but they found themselves the target of Indian raids. In the 1600s Indians from the north raided coastal and inland settlements in the south, like Kittery, ME and Deerfield, MA, and often took captives back north. The Indians followed the larger rivers and moved easily through the mountains via what are now Pinkham, Crawford and Zealand notches. In his Passaconway's Realm (Univerity Press of New England, Hanover, NH, 2002) Russell Lawson observes that these "captives were unwilling explorers of the White Mountains."(p. 21) The Indians moved with astonishing speed making it  nearly impossible to follow them and because conditions were harsh some captive died in route, while others chose to remain with the natives, and still others eventually returned to their homes. Their experiences, though, demonstrated that routes could be found through the mountains.


Mt. Washington, the highest of the White Mountains, was visible to sailors along the Maine coast. They referred to it as the Christal (or Chrystal) Mountain because it gleamed in the distance. It had a reputation of being wild and unclimbable. Some said it was haunted by spirits of the dead, but enticing, nevertheless, as it was also widely believed that it was covered with valuable stones, jewels, and silver that made it "twinkle" as Captain John Smith proclaimed in 1615. You couldn't ask for a better incentive for would-be explorers.

The first written account of a successful ascent of Mt. Washington was that of Darby Fields, in 1642, who is generally accepted as the first non-native and European (he was Irish or English) to climb Mt. Washington. The account of the ascent is third hand and found in the journals of Massachusett Governor John Winthrop. The accuracy of the account, particularly the date and route, of Field's ascent was often questioned. The 18th Century historian Jeremy Belknap of Dover, NH, using reliable information he possessed, suggested an alternative narrative that Darby Field may have summited Mt. Washington as early as 1632 with two companions, Henry Josselyn and Captain Walter Neals. Belknap's suggestion has never gained much favor.

Darby Fields got to the base of the mountain, no mean feat in 1642, by paddling a birch bark canoe up the Saco River from the Indian village at Saco, on the Atlantic coast. He was able to get as far upstream as the mouth of the Ellis River where the Peqauwket band of Abenaki had their village. The historical account is he then bushwhacked up beside the Ellis to what is now Pinkham Notch and climbed to the summit following another stream (the Cutler River) to the steep, eastern ridge (Boott Spur), then across a broad, flat plain (Bigelow Lawn), and up the cone to the summit (see accompanying photos). He was accompanied by two natives, possibly from the village at Saco. He did not find precious stones but returned for a second ascent with several companions later that same summer, perhaps to look for valuable gems or precious metals.

                              Looking southeast across Bigelow Lawn to Boott Spur. It's likely 
that Boott Spur was the "first summit" referred to by the earliest 
climbers to attempt Mt. Washington.   

                               Another view looking due south towards the Sandwich Range 
(on the skyline) across Bigelow Lawn with Mt. Carrigain on the 
left in the distance. The next photo of the "cone" and summit of 
Mt. Washington was snapped from the center area of this photo. 

Looking north across a nearly level section of Bigelow Lawn towards the impressive summit "cone" of Mt. Washington that was often referred to by the earliest climbers as a "sugar loaf". A rock cairn, or trail marker is in the foreground. After Darby Field's two successful ascents more and more climbing parties followed taking the route Field had pioneered. John Josselyn, a physician from England who climbed Mt. Washington in 1662 describes the scene in the above photo as: "Upon the top of the highest of these mountains is a large level or plain of a days journey over whereon grows nothing but moss. At the farther end of this plain is another hill called the sugar loaf, to outward appearance a rude heap of massive stones piled one upon another and you may as you ascend step from one stone to another like a pair of stairs, but winding still till you come to the top which will take a half day and yet is not above a mile were there is also a level of about an acre with a pond of clear water in the midst which you may hear running down, but how it ascends is a mystery." (Lawson p. 20)(photo by Steve Neubert).
                          Looking up John Josselyn's "massive heap of stones" and the summit.

The popular route for both ascending and descending Mt. Washington, at least for 160 years, was Field's. One remarkable exception was a party of milita scouts under a Captain Wells who climbed the mountain on April 18, 1725 finding 4 feet of snow on the cone and the summit bare of snow but covered with rime ice and solid water ice. Captain Wells wrote that it was a "clear still warm sun shining day and but noon yet found it so very cold we could hardly endure it and therefore quickly marched down." Their route of ascent is not known, but Capt. Wells reported they bushwhacked down Ammonoosuc Ravine heading south through what is now Crawford Notch
(Lawson, p. 24.)

 Boott Spur in shadow with Mt. Pequawket in the background taken 
from higher up on the Mt. Washington summit cone.

All parties, or those that kept journals that have survived, make note of the extreme difficulties bushwhacking through the "scrub" (the krummholz) found at tree line. Reverend Jeremy Belknap recorded, "but the growth was so thick on top that my fatigue in climbing as not repaid by an prospect (view) as I expected." Another, Nicholas Austin, in 1772, reported, we "went through thick growth of spruce and fir, about a man's height, difficult to get through they were so thick. They diminished in height as we rose the hill." (Lawson, p. 59.) The best is this quote "the trees, which ranged in size from two to ten feet high, posed a particular challenge to the men, who were unsure whether to slither through on their bellies or leap from tree to tree like acrobats."(Lawon, p. 92.)

Another view looking south across the western side of Bigelow
lawn with Tripyramid and Sandwich Dome (among other peaks)
in the background, the headwall of Oakes Gulf and Mt. Monroe
(on right with patch of snow) in the foreground.

In 1784 Reverend Jeremy Belknap, the historian mentioned above, journeyed to what is now Pinkham Notch and camped on the Ellis River with a four members of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences:  Reverend Manassah Cutler, Reverend Daniel Little, and Dr. Joshua Fisher. The group also included two Harvard College students and Colonel Joseph Whipple, a local land owner. Their intention was to hike up Mt. Washington to gather scientific data on mountain weather and plants. Cutler, particularly, was interested in cataloging mountain plants and was taking great pains in carrying up a barometer of good quality and a sextant in order to make accurate observations that might help him calculate the mountain's precise altitude. Cutler was passionately interested in what effect altitude and weather had on the mountain's plants and, like Captain Wells 50 years before, correctly identified the environmental conditions that cause "tree line". 

Belknap was ordered to return to camp by their guide, John Evans of Fryburg, ME, (Evans Notch) because he was so overweight he was holding the others back. Belknap, to his credit and with great disappointment, hiked back down by himself to their camp making several important discoveries on his way. He observed the pattern by which the spruce and fir trees, gowing so close together,  grew successfully on the thin soil on the steep flanks of the mountains. He was quick to see that the trees, along with thick beds of moss, were tenuously supported by a "scaffolding of roots" all of which was covering a "mass of loose rocks" (Lawson, p. 91), or felsenmeer. He found that the scaffolding would bend a little but supported his weight most of the time. When he occasionally broke through the thin layer of soil he "damaged his shins on the rocks below". He had discovered one of the prices paid by those who bushwhack on the upper flanks of the higher peaks .

Bushwhacking terrain at lower elevation on Boott Spur.

Darby Fields and other early explorers of Mt. Washington referred to the local Indians as too "superstitious" to venture high up on the mountains although he seemed to have no trouble finding two who were content to join him on his ascent. Some years later in the summer of 1781, General John Sullivan of Durham, a friend of Belknap's, ascended the mountain and had contact with local Indians. He observed that, "the savages are sensible to the difficulties (of bushwacking in that terrain) and do not attempt to climb it." (Lawson, p. 64.) Sullivan's remarks are probably a more accurate explanation than Field's. Thoreau in an essay on Mt. Katahdin wrote, "simple races as savages, do not climb mountains--their tops are sacred and mysterious tracts never visited by them. Pamola is always angry with those who climb to the summit of Ktaadn." (Appalachia: June 1963: p. 525). Thoreau wrote that the sentiment of the Indians towards the mountains was that "only daring and insolent men, perchance go there." (Ibid) As perceived by these white men and early travelers the Indians were a.) supersitious, b.) sensible, and/or c.) respectful of their Creator. On his ascent of Mt. Washington in 1839, Thoreau refers to the mountain by its local Indian name of Agiocochook which he knew translated simply means "home of the Great Spirit" so it's safe to say that local natives felt it practical to avoid the high ground with its fickle weather but some held spiritual beliefs preventing them from visiting the summit of Mt. Washington.

 Looking west from the summit of Mt. Washington towards the
Mt. Moosilauke straight ahead in the distance, Franconia Ridge
in the middle distance, and the Crawford Path in the foreground.

John Josselyn in his first voyage to New England in 1632, inspired by Jacque Cartier 100 years before him, made contact with the natives in and around the mountains to collect information about medicinal plants. He was particularly interested in what Indians used for common ailments like tooth aches, headaches, upset stomach, kidney stones; the kinds of maladies known to all humans, but had no known antidotes. Chief Passaconway of the Pennacook band became famous as far away as France and Germany for his knowledge of medicine. For a portion of his life he often was host to physicians from France, Germany and Switzerland who, like Josselyn, wanted to find common cures for common ailments. Jacque Cartier, while wintering near present day Montreal in 1535, was losing his crew to scurvy until a local Indian, the son of the local chief, showed Cartier how to make a tea from the inner bark of white spruce and another made from the bark and leaves of Arbor Vitae that both cured scurvy. When Cartier left Canada that spring he took back to Europe a list of more than 100 plants and their medicinal uses. He demonstrated the use of these plants in France to show that the medicine of the natives in the "New World" was far ahead of medicine in Europe.

                              The opening at the top of Crawford Notch with Mt. Webster in 
the background. The Notch, used for millenia by local Indians, 
was discovered by white settlers in the 1770s and became the 
main thoroughfare for traffic from the coast to Canada and put
an end to a classic period of bushwhacking in New Hampshire. 

On the north side of Mt. Washington the rich lands comprising the intervales of the Ammonosoosuc and Israel rivers were being settled.  Homesteaders had made their way north up the Androsgoggin and Connecticut river valleys. A landowner and aristocrat, Joseph Whipple, who was part of the Belknap-Cutler-Little expedition and, with the others, climbed Mt. Washington, was able to buy up a great deal of land as did Ethan Allen Crawford's father-in-law, in what initially was called the Nash-Sawyer Location. In 1771 Timothy Nash had identified Crawford Notch as a viable route through the mountains. It can't be said that Nash had literally discovered it, but with Benjamin Sawyer's assistance, demonstrated that a horse and wagon could be navigate down the notch to the satisfaction of the state's govenor who rewarded them with a a huge grant of land north of the Notch. An interesting footnote is a road was not constructed through the notch until the mid-1780s and, in the meantime, John Evans had hacked out a rough road through Pinkham Notch in 1774 that connected Conway with Shelburne (Lawon, pgs 52-57).

From the base of Mt. Washington summit cone looking due west 
towards Crawford Notch with Mt. Monroe in the foreground and 
the AMC's Lakes of The Clouds hut just at the base of Monroe.  
Mt. Lafayette is in the middle distance.  
  
Looking east to Mt. Washington from the summit of Mt. Clinton where 
the Crawford Path breaks out the krummholz and begins the long, 
exposed ascent up the ridge and over Mts. Pleasant and Franklin  
and on to the top of Mt. Washington in the background.


With the settling of Crawford Notch by Abel Crawford and his family in the early 1800s and the growing reputation of Mt. Washington brought on by the growing number of reports of safe ascents being made by reputable people like Capt. Wells, John Josselyn, Reverend Jeremy Belknap, Reverend Manassah Cutler, Reverend Daniel Little, Dr. Joshua Fisher, Joseph Whipple and General John Sullivan, and the end of the Revolutionary War that brought with it a growing nationalism. As this was happening more and more people were coming to the mountains, many of them out of curiosity.  Philip Carrigain, the New Hampshire Secretary of State and Cartographer, in 1820, with a large party of emissaries including Major John Weeks, visited Abel Crawford  and climbed Mt. Washington via the Crawford Path. As they went over each of the summits Carrigain bequeathed each with its new official name: Mt. Clinton, Mt. Pleasant, Mt. Franklin, Mt. Monroe, Mt. Washington, Mt. Jefferson, Mt. Adams, and Mt. Madison. A boisterous celebration followed each of the christenings with long draughts of liquor carried up by Ethan. They gave the larger of the two lakes nestled at the bottom of Mt. Monroe the name "Blue Pond" that was changed to Lakes of the Clouds in 1833 (June, 1964, Appalachia: Early Scientists in The White Mountains, p. 52). Carrigain's name would soon be given to one of the most beautiful mountains in the realm. The mountains were, indeed, becoming civilized.


End of Part I.