Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1922-10-19
81 SCOUTS VISIT THE
BALSAMS~ BY AUTO
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Only empty boxes were then in
evidence. However, that did
not prevent pork and beans
when the fellows reached home
tired but satisfied.
Every chap-wa just 100 per
cent on every minute of the ele-
ven hours which elapsed dur
ing our sojourn from home.
We drove into the Balsams
grounds over the old Colebrook |
road. The smell of balsam was
in our nostrils, and our eyes
were trained on the first Gimp
Sc of the Notch. On our left lay
Lakes Caashank and Abnaki,
with Mount Abnaki looking
down into their leaf-strewn wa
ters. Then came Lake Gloriette
with its tiny island, the great
hotel, its out buildings and ath-
letic grounds with the finest
view the boys had ever seen.
The great shelving rocks rising
to move them $500 feet above
the Dixville road which creeps
along the narrow defile or else
perches itself on the rocky
slopes of the 'Buttress." Aligh
ing from our cars and stripping
off coats and sweaters the fell
lows, like young cayotes, scaled
the heights to Table Rock.
Great rocky stairs fashioned
by the Gods, led up the almost
perpendicular face of the cliff,
but once up, the view was the
finest any of us had ever seen.
The "costled crags" of the
Rhine alone can compete with
this tragic beauty, jutting out
directly from the face of the
mountain, Table Rock varying
in width from 8 to 20 feet and
extending out 200 or 800 feet
with an elevation of $500 feet,
is second to none. Here the
fellows with teady heads"
could look down the steep
sides of the cliff 700 feet to the
roadway. From this vantage
point could be seen to the left
Old Long Top, with it's we'll
worn trail. Directly back of the
three mile walk to Dixville
Peak, facing us in the distance
Moose Pond and the brook by
the same name finding itself in
the great dam near the Golf
Links on Panaroma Road.
Notch Meadow Brook flows
thru a Rocky Glen from the AS
sovan Dam, and empties itself
into Lake Gloriette, which lay
directly at our feet. Turning to
our right, we were confronted
by Old King Profile Cliff, and
a pleasant path past the ice
cave to the Cascades and the
Flume to the road, 3 miles
down from the Hotel Round
Top. The Cliffs, Cold Spring
and Pulpit Rock were visited
and enjoyed So also was the
Fish Hatchery where great
trout basked lazily in the sun.
A more picturesque setting
could not be imagined. Wooded
mountains, peaceful valleys,
shimmering lakes and roaring
waterfalls, all lend enchant-
ment. Here we had wonderful
play day, the sportiest place in
the White Mts. was ours.
Then came the farewells
drinking from Cold Spring al
the setting of the sun and driv.
ing along by the Mohawk Riv.
er to where it joins with Beav.
err Branch and turning dowr
the Connecticut to Bloomfield
Here we hug the banks of the
Nulhegan past the lumber
shanties of Wenlock and at last
the lights of home.
This story would not be com
plete were / to leave out the
"Old Man of the Moutains.'
Three fine views of Webster
Profile were seen from the
Notch Road. 1t is fitting tha-
Webster should keep guard a
the gateway to the mountains
of his home state.
1t was along this road while
walkingback to our cars tina
an Oakland slowly passed us
chugging along up the steer
incline. Leo Daley had startled
us several times during the day
firing off a 20 blank which hi
carried. Just as the car came
opposite he fired. Immediatel!
the men jumped out and in