Moose Mountain Lodge was built in 1937-38. The lodge is a big old comfortable log building perched high on the western side of Moose Mountain. It has survived 73 years of snow, sleet, ice, wind, and lightning. The weather comes across the Connecticut River Valley and sweeps up the mountain, wearing away at the log surfaces like sandpaper. Sometimes the wind gets unbearable with its relentless buffeting. We often remark that it’s almost like living on a ship at sea.
The winter of 1973 turned out to be a fateful one for Peter and me. We were living in South Salem New York with our five children and assorted horses, sheep, dogs, and cats. Peter was in the wholesale lumber business and I was teaching in a Head Start program. We read about a water-powered sawmill for sale in Lancaster New Hampshire in Yankee Magazine.
The next weekend we drove to Lancaster to see it. It was a fascinating place but well beyond our mechanical abilities to maintain it. The idea of that challenge plus announcing to our children that we were moving to Lancaster New Hampshire, “the snowmobile capital of the U.S.” was too daunting for us. We wisely decided not to pursue that any further. We came back on a snowy day to Hanover where we spent the night with a friend of mine from my childhood. We envied her life in Etna, skiing out her back door, and easy access in summer to the many lakes and rivers in the area.