George Adams wrote:

Back in the sixties and seventies my grandmother spent her summers in a
cottage at Pinestead Farms in Franconia, right at the base of Cannon
Mountain. The Gale River flows through the property. Beautiful country,
and a good read.

One of the great things about our shared avocation is that it has
produced a truly impressive body of literature. Another is that the
places in which we play, while in one sense extremely fragile, are
also, in another, very robust and durable. Anyone who thrills at being
in a place where wild trout (and yes, other, lesser beings as well)
dwell can hardly help but be delighted at sharing them, if not with
every swinging dick that can afford a spinning rod and a quarter tank
of gas, then at least with kindred spirits of centuries long gone and
those yet to come.

Wolfgang