Chapters
Man and Mountain
- 42Marsden Hartley — Kris Pastoriza
Mountain and Beyond
- 43Moosilaukee — Stephen Laurent, Robert W. Averill
- 44Mount Blue — Robert W. Averill, Bill Reiners
- 45Deer Lake — William Little, Daniel Clement, Ray W. Spear
- 46Asquamchumauke–Baker’s River — J. Everett Sargent, Jesse Bowman Bruchac
- 47Stereoviews – Here and There — Amos F. Clough, Lucius I. Pollard, Willis G.C. Kimball, Howard A. Kimball, Kilburn Brothers, Henry S. Fifield
Voices in the Wind
- 48Charles Sumner Cook: The 1880s
- 49Early Days: The 1900s
- 50The 1920s
- 51The 1930s
- 52The 1940s
After the Snow
- 53A World of Snow
Before the Fire
- 54Lasting Memories — Dick Backus
- 55The Summer of 1942 – The Hutmaster’s Report — Bob Straub
After the Fire
- 56Fire and Ice
- 57Henry Merrill’s Trip Report
- 58Still There — Robert W. Averill
Not So Long Ago
- 59Dartmouth College and Ecological Research on Mt. Moosilauke — William A. Reiners, William H. Schlesinger
- 60A Dog Named Moose, The Man Called Noon — David Kruschwitz
- 61Around the Lodge: The Class of 1984 Crew Cabin — Cary Bernstein, Dave Hooke, Viva Hardigg
- 62Old Roads – New Trails — J.B. Friday
Al Merrill and Jack Noon ’68 had the idea of clearing the old logging roads to create a cross-country ski trail. Jack had certainly walked many of the old roads in his perambulations around the mountain. The 1958 logging roads, both on the Blue Ridge side of the ravine and on the Gorge Brook side, were shown on the topographic maps of the day and were clearly visible from the air. However, in the days before handheld GPS units, tracing them on the ground was more challenging.
I plunged into the forest each day carrying a compass, topo map, a hunting knife, and a delicious sack lunch packed for me by the Lodge Crew. The roads had been cut and graded so I could find them easily, but they had sprung up in a forest of 23-year-old pin cherry with small waist-high balsam fir growing underneath.
Pushing through was not easy, especially where there were blowdowns. I used my knife to slash the bark on the occasional pin cherry so I could see where I had been. (I’m not sure I would send an undergraduate bushwhacking by himself in the forest day after day, but I was fine. I think Jack would have found me if I had ever failed to return for dinner).