Location: Franconia Notch Range/White Mountains/New Hampshire/USA
Note: Tucked deep into the heart of the White Mountains of New Hampshire, facing the stellar Franconia Notch Range, sits an elevated Lake that is forever embraced by thick Forests, and glowing Mountains. This is Lonesome Lake, a secret shining pendant-piece hanging high upon the neck of the Franconia Notch Forests, 2,730 feet above the valley. This hike is the best overall trek in the White Mountains., and that’s saying a lot!
The view of Franconia Notch from the valley is straight-forward enough. The Mountains are so broad, that it is a real challenge to get a full view of the Range, before finding the Trailhead for Lonesome Lake.
Lonesome Lake Trailhead is easy to find. Located just 10 minutes, by car, from the Franconia Notch State Park’s main facility. Continue along 93-North for ten minutes, extending from Franconia’s Main Entrance Park. You will actually pass the Trailhead, on the other side of the highway. You will need to take a left at Exit 34 B, and drive 93 South, back in the other direction, for about 4 minutes. You will see signs for the Lonesome Lake Trailhead on the Right, with provided parking. Your Iphone will have no problem identifying the Trailhead, as Route 93 is the major highway running directly through these Mountains ( just like the A82 in Scotland, which splits The incredible Three-Sisters-Mountain Range at Glen Coe. (Image/Below)
The White Mountains have a very similar feel to Scotland’s gateway Range at Glen Coe. Similar in scale, these are both incredibly massive Mountain Ranges, that somehow depict a rare ‘cozy closeness’ between cleaved peaks, protecting the valleys below, in both locations. The White Mountains in Fall, however, have something that Scotland does not, glowing gold and booming orange-brown colors for just a month out of the year. (Image/Below)
Lonesome Lake Trail: At the opening of the Trailhead you will find a path of collected boulders that climbs straight up, like a winding discheveled stair. As it is with almost every trail in the New England Region, it seems that these boulders were collected, cut, and placed in this specific way (As hard as that might be to believe).
If, for example, people believe that the National Park Service placed these boulders, they are seriously mistaken. It would take millions of dollars, Bobcat-machines, and perhaps 50 to 100 men to align these boulders, straight up a mountain. (Image/Below/Lonesome Lake Trail)Native Americans did not move these boulders either. The reality is that these trails were created by megalithic builders, just like New Grange in Ireland, Macchu Picchu in Peru, and Stonehenge in England. These trails are monuments. I realize this changes the modern Western conceptualization of what a sacred space, or temple, truly is. These megalithic statements are sprawled and connected all over the landscape. The constructs make the landscape itself a monument. It is not confined to a singular space, like the Parthenon in Greece, or, Notre Dame in France. This has been incredibly difficult to explain. The conceptualization of megalithic building for todays “Anthropologists”, who simply cannot fathom megalithic constructs embedded into a landscape, is not confined to the basic idea of a “building”, but rather, a connective grid, capable of synergizing an entire landscape. The megalithic designer responsible for this Trail, may have left us some clues about the constructs here at Lonesome Lake; Let’s take a look…(Image/Below/Lonesome Lake Trail) At the base of this Trail sits an extremely unique boulder (Images/Below), with parallel indented markings, and curvy cut sections, like a rounded ‘rubix-cube’. It is clear that this was intended work upon this boulder. There is a dimensional framework to these sections, perhaps indicating some kind of understanding about “perspective”, and vantage. If you look closely at the image (Image/Left/Below) it is crafted into sections: The first frontal section is completely separate, with a symmetrical and penetrating cyndrilical line, seemingly drilled, and at an intense speed, running straight through the rock. The second and third sections, standing behind this first boulder, are cut similarly, and are perhaps aligned in a specific way. There are clearly separate sections to be seen, as if the boulder was once singular, heated, penetrated and then sliced into sections; Like a knife through butter. The side view shows the clear sections; The frontal view show the connectivity. This is a multi-meaningful statement, which deserve mathematical analysis. It is enticing, and adds excitement to this Trail.
As you progress up the significant climb, there are beautiful settings in the stones, awesome trees, and groves that compliment the experience. One particular tree, near the 2000 ft elevation range, grows right through the middle of the trail, on its own.
There is a possibility that the stones were left behind in a very specific way, in order that the Forest would grow up in a specific order. This too is very hard for anthropologists and archaeologists to comprehend. But a great deal of megalithic works seem to have multi-layers of meaning. For example, many of the stone-linings (“walls”) that are found winding infinitely through the Forests, directly up mountains, and across streams in the valleys, clearly have nothing to do with the classical usage of “walls”, which is to restrict the movement of cattle and trespassing humans. These ‘Linings’ do not limit movement, at roughly 3 feet high, and three feet thick. If they do not restrict movement, why are they there? And why the monumental effort to create them, if they are not restrictive? It is because there is a megalithic context to these ‘Linings’. These stones are intended to connect the landscape, the way quartz cables connect energy centers on a digital grid within a phone, or computer. It synergizes the landscape; The stones absorb the energy from the Sun, plus subtle electric current from the rolling streams below, sending energy throughout the landscape. The stone-lining pictured below, is found near the peak at Watatic Mountain in Massachusettsm, at around 2400 feet of prominence. It is a good example of the basic width, and depth, of the construct of these ‘Linings’, found at tough elevations. The point of all of this is realizing that these megalithic works are engineered spaces, harnessing the landscape energy, constructing irrigation zones, cairns, standing stones, and much more.
This is megalithic historic view is actually the more logical explanation for these megalithic ‘Linings’ inundating the landscape of New England, and Europe. The megalithic context depicts works of intense utility and scale. To credit the Native American Tribes with these works, would require a massive amount of advanced tools, evidence, and oral-traditional depictions of Native Tribes spending lifetimes building “walls”, with megalithic size stones, directly up mountains. It makes zero sense. There is no such evidence. These works were here before the Native tribes arrived, and at the earliest possible point in Cultural History. The pathway here at Lonesome Lake is an awesome example of megalithic trails. (Image/Below/Left)
To be clear: to say that this path is merely the work of A State Park Service, Native tribes of seasonal and minimal possessions, or “glaciers” . is absolutely absurd. It is a blatant collection of massive boulders, intended as a walkway to the sacred areas above.The work is meant to be seen, just like any work is.
One thing that the builders of these beautiful pathways knew, was that these stones would be here forever. And they were right. What has faded though, is human beings ability to interpret the over-obvious, in plain sight! The evidence embedded in the stonework itself, from all corners of the Western Hemisphere, say something cultural happened, on a megalithic scale.
As you make your way to the top of the Trail there is an interesting boulder that marks the point where the ground finally becomes level again. The shape of this boulder (First Image/Below) coincides with the shape of hundreds of boulders that remain unacknowledged by Post-modern ‘anthropologists’ and authors, with agendas, married to their desks, at colleges across New England. Take a look at the examples of these Triangular Megaliths below:
The triangular shape of singular megaliths, as readers of this site well know, is found throughout Forests, from Maine, to Massachusetts, as well as Ireland, Austria, Arizona, and California:
The reason for these triangular megaliths is probably multi-dimensional. It might be a cultural marker for the megalithic culture itself. A ‘calling card’. In mathematics, the first shape to arrive from a linear set of points, is the Triangle. Perhaps this Megalithic Culture is messaging us, via this symbol: Just as the Triangle is the first symbol from any set of given points; The Megalithic Culture is the first Culture, from any set of Cultures. It makes sense. Look at the construct of any set of points reaching a logical triangle shown below:
- A to B
- A to B to C
- A to B to C to D…….etc….
- B C
As you can see, the first shape from any set of given linear points possible, is the Triangle. Forever. Its a Law.
Continuing into the level ground of the upper end of the Trail, a beautiful grove emerges, and you actually step down for a few moments, before the second part of this amazing trail unfolds.
As you step forward towards Lonesome Lake, mountains emerge in the distance beyond, and the Trail reveals an option to go right or left. Take the left side path, clockwise, around the Lake. On the other side is the area which is the main focus of this trek, where everything comes together. This is a scene with multiple mountain vantages, perhaps relating to the mulit-layered rubix-cube-boulder at the beginning of the Trail, indicating something about the vantages and perspectives to be found here.
The breezy jaunt around the circular Trail begins to reveal mountains, in every direction. The first view, to the West, is of Kinsman Mountain. (Image/Above) Making your way to the other side of the Lake, Mount Kinsman looms like a Sun-dial; As the Sun makes it way towards its 4,265 ft peak, a shadow slowly cools the hidden Lake below. Reaching the other side, you will turn to look back to the East, and Franconia Notch Range is laid beautifully bare, above the Forest, like a Tigress looms over her cubs. It’s spectacular. This is the place to rest, and eat, and take some pictures.
After some time taking in this scene, begin your trek again, continuing clockwise around the Lake. A glowing green Cannon-Ball Mountain radiates brightly to the North. The bright contrast compared to the darker hues of Franconia Notch Range and Mount Kinsman is a super-pleasant shock. A three sided, mountain-sized, protection for this Lonesome Lake.
There are platform-pathways that run through the Forest, beside Cannon Ball Mountain, as you make your way. Some of the enclosures give a few different vantages on Franconia Notch Range…
You will come full circle, and head back down the way you came. You took in a brilliant scene.
I hope readers will understand that relating these cultural points is not easy, or prideful. There was a time that I myself absolutely did not believe that any of these megalithic indicators were possible. It was a fairy tale, at best. But what I discovered, first hand, in person, as I engaged these trails, is the miasma of academic level evidence pointing towards this earliest anthropological Culture on Earth; This is The Megalithic Culture. You can see it too. The ironic thing, is that this earliest Culture was capable of creating almost anything they decided to build. They were engineers of entire landscapes! We find solid evidence for this Culture in Ireland, England, Wales, Scotland, France, New England, Virginia, Arizona, California, Mexico, Peru, Russia, and many more places. I still remember the first standing-stone I came across randomly, hiking in the dead of Winter in New England, some years ago. I was totally freaked out. It changed my perspective about so many things. (Image/Below)
If there was an advanced Culture at the beginning of Time, how could we say that Cultural development is Evolution based? Why is none of this mentioned in our K-12 text books? In other words, why don’t the people funding Public Education not want you to even think about this Megalithic Culture? Are they afraid that it might change your perspective on some things? Your damn right they are! Get free. Open your mind. Look logically. It’s not what “Public Education” told you it is. Lonesome Lake is yet another wonderland, full of natural beauty and cultural mystery. It’s a place I hope you won’t miss. Covid-whatever, or no Covid-whatever. Go strong!
Location: New Hampshire/USA
Elevation: 2000-5000 feet
Note: I have wandered into countless forests, to find mysteries that date back to the beginning of time. I never expected to find anything of the sort, just trees and hedge, mingling with the moonrise. At certain times in my life, that would’ve been reason enough to dissipate into the hills with my cameras. I have been that individual, in the far away distance, in one moment, an acknowledging speck in the distant glances of happy travelers from the valley down below, and in the next moment, vanished.
Once I began to see the legitimacy of what is clearly an oppressed anthropological Culture in the woodsy places of the world, I simply couldn’t tell people fast enough. But as I began to inform people, friends and family, I realized that I was actually performing a new type of vanishing. This vanishing was related to the idea of who I used to be, what I used to say and think. I have one friend, in particular, who, when I would point out some fixture in the stones, would say to me: “It can’t just be beautiful can it? It has to be something… more?” Well, I‘m here today, to say to the entire world, in my least vanished state, that yes, sometimes, if you are truly lucky, it can just be beautiful.
Just look at The White Mountains.
I have travelled many times to the White Mountains intent on the discovery of The Megalithic Culture. In truth, Mount Chocorua, Mount Washington, and more than a half-dozen more of the mingling granite peaks here, in the heart of New Hampshire, hold world-class evidence. But on this excursion, in the Autumn of 2019, although I knew they were certainly there, I would not allow myself to see a single rolling stone. This is the time for trees.
Autumn in New England is a rolling tapestry of trees, an impressionism in real-time, an ocean of foliage. The Mountains roll like stilled tsunamis, continual colors into continual colors, until the sky contrasts the distance. The backdrop of blue, when the Sun is in the sky, fills the scene with brightened colors, deeper shadows, and depth. When a grey mist rolls over the peaks, the shadows seem to vanish, and the colors become slightly more miraculous, against the grey. Ingesting scenes like this somehow creates a mechanism in the heart for turning natural miasmas into rather simple suggestions; like the idea that there is an infinity of everything, spanning in all directions, over the one majestic scene. A true understanding of Nature, that humans are created with a literal connectivity to the lessons of the landscape, becomes clearer in scenes like this. The beauty of the moment is enhanced by the knowledge that it is soon to pass. It underscores the very nature of our lives. To spend time in a space like this is in fact to come many steps closer to what it would be like to wander freely among the stars, blazing against the backdrop of an infinite blackness by the starry billions, and long after you are gone.
Note 2: Mount Pemigewasset Trail/Franconia Notch State Park/NH
The White Mountains sit at the central heart of the State of New Hampshire. It would be a good guess that the State itself established its original boarders in order to encapsulate this Mountain Range gem. To the West is Vermont, and the beauty of the Green Mountain Range, running throughout. To the Northeast is the massive State of Maine, where Mount Katahdin looms in awe inspiring autonomy, like a section of the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. (Image/Below)
The main highway that runs straight into the White Mountains is Route 93. One of the most popular and beautiful stretches of road in all of New England in Autumn. Make the choice to drive route 93 through the southern portion of the White Mountain Range, and connect to Route 302, which makes an incredibly visceral swing to the East, through the gorgeous White Mountain passes. Just like any of the Celtic Ranges abroad, this region offers excursions into National Parks, Waterfalls, Lakes, and photogenic stretches of valley, all along the main highways. Due to the amount of incredible choices for hiking, as well as its proximity as a gateway to the central Range along Route 93, Franconia Notch State Park was chosen for this Review. Trail choices here include Flume Gorge (easy), Mount Pemigewasset (medium), Little Haystack Falls (hard), and many more. A Ranger on site recommended the stellar view of Mount Pemigewasset Trail (Image/Below), which is achieved by a moderate hiking experience through absolutely classic New England forestry, with very few rocky formations along the way, for a change.
The trail begins on the north side of the Franconia Notch Parking lot. This is an active scene in Autumn, with cars piled along the side of the highway due to the amount of hikers intent on capturing the views of the region. There is a central lodge with a cafeteria, and information center for guided tours into the Mountains. A sign marks the trail for Mount Pemigewasset, along with a distance description of 1.5 miles to the peak. This measure is significantly off. Understand that it is about 2.1miles to the gorgeous peak at Mount Pemigewasset, obviously making the total hiking experience about 4.2 miles. This hike begins beneath a small picturesque bridge which passes beneath a bustling Route 93. If anything, this bustling is an indicator of exactly what it is you are hoping to get some distance from. Drifting into these Woods is a sonorous escape, where the sound of sifting leaves slowly overcomes the constant murmur of automotive assertion taking place down below. As you slowly climb, the woods whisper over a wide clear path, with roots, rocks, and golden-red leaves. This is a gorgeous forest, on par with the Black Forest of Germany, and beauty of the Scottish Pines in Glen Coe.
There are no variations on Pemigewasset Trail. You follow the clear rocky path, inundated with gold and rouge. The stones do seem deliberate, but this is not that type of Trail. This is a place to admire the raw and massive force that a New England forest can be, a venerable wonderland of the greatest depth, and degree of beauty. As the incline of the Trail continues the glades begin to change. Families of Birches emerge to greet you at about 2000 feet. Even while hiking in the elevated forests of Wyoming, for example, you might unexpectedly wander into a vast family of Birch trees. They simply pop-up wherever they wish, offering a gorgeous glimpse at the often whimsical mentality of trees; something that many of us just don’t consider in our constant ‘problem-solving state’ of ‘corporate function’, and bullshit. The beauty of where glades decide to grow is a marvel made specifically for hikers to ponder, and has a magic all its own, especially when walking through the miniature white pillars of a plentiful Birch boardwalk, closer to the clouds than the clamoring cars below. If you reach these Birches you know you are close to one the prettiest small-Mountain views in all of New Hampshire. As you pass through a narrow corridor of small trees, the vista emerges before you. Take your time breaking through, and prepare to receive your reward. This is a once in a lifetime scene. For those just visiting New England, it may be the only time they see such a vision. This is vista that offers a glimpse of the southerly course leading across New Hampshire back into Massachusetts. The multiplicity of the colors can be disorienting, so do not stand too close to the edge at first, and don’t take selfies near the ledge as well. At the Grand Canyon last year, many people died due to this tendency to ignore the significance of the ledge while leaning-back for their photos. Sit down with your friends, and loved ones, then take the pictures. There is a little bit of forever in the foliage here, sitting down is a small price to ask.To the West is a view along the edge of the Forest, revealing the edge of the immediate Valley. Somehow, it feels as if you could leap down into the softness of the tree-tops, and bounce out of view in just a few bounds. The scene is that surreal. The stony top-platform feels like a fortress beneath your feet, as the contrast of the soft foliage drifts off over the Valley, and through the woods.The way back down is doubly easy, as it always is. When you finally arrive back to your car, having seen the foliage, continue onward to the North, up Route 93 to Rt 302, and follow. This is one of the most wonderful drives in all of North America, winding through the Passes of the White Mountains, where hundreds of Waterfalls lay hidden, while some roll down completely open to the road. Silver Cascade Falls is just such an open view along Route 302. (Image/Below)The White Mountains have a blessed status among Ranges; They blush before sleeping, as the Winter sets in and the trees let go. Let it be a lesson to all of us, that all of our growth, and gain, and loss, will one day hang loose, and simply let go. For those who become sad at the notion of this, just remember that the universe of colors for the following year to come, has already been coded. This code, of course, is unable to be seen, but you better believe is more permanent, than even the White Mountain stone. Get into it, and good luck as you go.