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White Mountain National Forest

White Mountain National Forest




Location: New Hampshire, Maine  Map


White Mountain Headquarters

(603) 447 5449


Mt. Washington recorded highest velocity of winds on April 12th, 1934 at 231 mph. Temperatures often drop to low 50's even in summer. History recorded over 100 fatalities. Wear worm clothes and expect rough weathers at the summit.




Description of White Mountain National Forest

White Mountain National Forest lies in the heart of the White Mountains. Most of White Mountain National Forest is located in New Hampshire with parts extending into Maine. It covers 800,000 acres of birch, maple, fir and pine. Its highest point is 6288 foot high Washington mountain. It is the highest peak in the American Northeast and from the top on a clear day you can see New Hampshire, Maine, Vermont and Massachusetts. Here in 1934 fastest winds on the surface of the Earth have been recorded at 231 mph (372 km/h) or 100 m/s. The White Mountain National Forest is also a home of a symbol of the state- the Old Man of the mountain. Despite its collapse in 2003 it is still quiet visited. A system of trails can range from a half- mile Covered Bridge Nature Trail to the Appalachian trail that stretches from Maine to Georgia. Additionally 23 campgrounds are offered by forest services, yet it can be crowded on summer weekends.




Legend of Doctor Thomas Benton

The area of White Mountains have been settled by Europeans centuries ago. It is natural that several stories have emerged over a fairly long time. One of the most popular local legends is that of Doctor Thomas Benton. He was born in the late 18th century in Benton, New Hampshire formerly known as Coventry. He went to study medicine in Heidelberg, Germany. There he met Professor Stockmeyer, an intelligent and eccentric man who was shunned by many of his colleagues for his strange attempts to find a key to eternal life. After his death in 1779, Thomas Benton inherited all the documents of his professor. Once receiving his diploma Thomas Benton attempted to establish his private practice. Unfortunately he was forced to leave London and Boston after he was accused of illegal experiments. He escaped prison, but forced to find a quieter and smaller settlement. He chose Benton, New Hampshire in the White Mountains for its pristine mountains and relative remoteness.
Everything was going great for the young doctor. His business was thriving and he earned respect of the local folks. In 1816 something happened and doctor abandoned Benton and moved to small shack on the slopes of mount Moosilauke overlooking the town. Some say he was rejected by a woman, other claim his fiancé died young. Whatever was the reason for this strange behaviour life of the small town was changed. Soon after Dr. Benton departed, local farmers started discovering dead animals. The only thing all these animals had in common was a tiny red swelling with a white pinprick in the centre. Before you knew it humans began to disappear. Local residents naturally blamed the strange doctor who lived the life of a hermit in the mountains. A search party was organized, but his hamlet was found empty. The doctor disappeared. At first they assumed that Thomas Benton himself fell victim to unknown killer due to his remote location. They were proven wrong in November 1825 then a 6- year- old girl was snatched by a man in a black coat, black cap and long white hair. Girl's husband heard his wife scream and rushed after an assailant. He followed him into Little Tunnel Ravine, a dead end canyon that had no way out. Father finally reached a wall. He heard horrible laughter and looked up. There Dr. Thomas Benton covered in black clothes held a girl in one hand while trying to scale a cliff of a canyon. Father begged for return of his little daughter. Madmen let go off a girl. She fell and died instantly upon impact.
Strange occurrences did not there. In 1860 two loggers disappeared. One was discovered nearby with a red swelling behind his left ear and a white pinprick, another logger was never seen again. In 1901 Mr. Tomaso, a worker on a local logging railroad, was found with the same mark. It is hard to say how many people might have had the same signature. Many people disappeared in the White Mountains without leaving a single trace behind them.
Among recent events that are attributed to the ghostly Thomas Benton are attacks on local students of Dartmouth College, the smallest Ivy League school. He reported hiking solo through the woods of mount Moosilauke. There he attempted to climb a small cliff. Suddenly someone's hand pushed him. Student did not get a chance to see the assailant, but he did remember seeing black clothes and long white hair. Fortunately for him fall did not kill him. Bruised and cut, with a fractured skull and in a state of shock he was discovered by other hikers. The students was moved to Ravine Camp and then to a hospital to Hanover. Another claim come from 2003. Another student was hiking in the area. He dropped something and turned around to look for his missing item. He came back to the same spot he passed just 10 minutes ago. There he found a big footprint of and old- fashion boot with nails on the bottom. Fearing he might be followed young men quickly retreated from the area.


There is no permit for hiking. Parking fees are $5 a week and $20 a year.



Presidential traverse

Distance: 25.8 mi (41.5 km)

Duration: 4 days

Difficulty: hard

Start- End point: Crawford Notch- Pinkham Notch


Boldface & Carter Ranges

Distance: 20.2 mi (32.5 km)

Duration: 3 days

Difficulty: medium- hard

Start- End point: North Chatham



Dry River Campground

(603) 374 2272

AMC Crawford Youth Hostel

(603) 466 2727

AMC Dinkham Notch Headquaters

(603) 466 2727

Eastern Slope Camping Area

(603) 447 5092





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