Gone Hikin' Fer Real!

http://www.firelookout.org/towers/nh/green.htm
Last year on Memorial Day weekend Bob, Chris, Lorene, Mary Beth and I climbed Green Mountain in Effingham NH and visited with the firewatcher in the tower. When we told others back at camp about the hike, many wanted to return there this year. Well, this year on Memorial Day weekend we were too far away, but we did plan to do the hike this weekend. When push came to shove only Meg and I went on the hike. And a nice start to the season it was, though we did not find the trail to the ice cave (reason to return).

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Anonymous said…

Jeff,

We don't know each other but...I've been looking for that cave on Green Mtn. also. Care to compare notes? Where do you think it is? Please reply to srhighamnospam@att.net and remove nospam.

4:28 PM

Barbara said…

We have had a cabin on Green Mountain for 60 yrs. (It belonged to my father) A man came through our property maybe 40 yrs. ago and told my father about the ice caves, but no one in the family ever found them. He also told us where to find water so we could put in a well. Never saw him again.

If I remember correctly the caves were over by what use to be High Watch Farm and is now the Neuo Rehab facility. Pretty broad definition. Would love to know if anyone could tell me whre they are.

7:33 PM

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