It was Notchland back in 1927 too
My grandfather was a life-long lover of the Whites and started backpacking there in the nineteen teens. He was also a devoted diarist and kept detailed records of his trips. Well past retirement age he wrote a small book based on his journal of a fourteen day trip in Aug. of 1927. One of his stops was at Notchland. If you want to see what he had to say about the place read on.
"I considered myself somewhat posted on the Notch trains, an ill founded conceit, for within minutes of journey's end we heard the arrival and departure of a locomotive that was headed in our direction, down valley, because it wasn't laboring. [They were coming down the Ethan Pond trail to Willey Station] Coming in the station master saw us and said that George [the third member of the group] had embarked, I mean entrained, and we'd have an hour's wait. A section crew was lounging in the dry purlieus of their storage shed and we joined them cigars alit. No problem, that hour, and rather fun, to reach Notchland and find George all washed up (best sense of the word.) Mrs. Morey was of a different cut from husband George, who was conspicuous by his absence; an aggressive, outgiving woman and later a New Hampshire legislator, she had ambitions and spoke of them post-prandially. There was the idea of a boy's school at Notchland, 'with a man like Joe Dodge to run the outdoor department.' We were well cared for, our drying-out problems carefully attended, the food ample and well served. As the oldest inhabitant George Morey's absence puzzled me, but I kept my mouth shut and later discovered he'd flown the coop. The idea-a-minute Pendergast girl from Charlestown must have been a 24-hour-a-day overload on his minimum demands for quietude, and even the 6000 acres didn't make it worthwhile. Next time I saw him, five years later, he was an itinerant salesman for Angostura Bitters and we met as equals, for I was a likker salesman myself."
Page 31 of Glencliff to Gorham: An Early Cross-Country Adventure with the League for Leaner Loins by Leon Keach.
The book is out of print though there is some thought of a new printing. It gets a mention in the appendix of Guy and Laura Waterman's Forest and Crag.
