Back Up North

I spent the day in Coös, working on videos for New Hampshire Grand. It’s always refreshing to get up there. I was talking to someone today at Mount Prospect as I yo-yoed up and down the hill. They were saying they wouldn’t mind if there was no growth and if all the ATVs and snowmobiles went away. It was interesting to hear that from someone I know wants to see the region succeed. This person’s vision for the region, however, differs significantly from many other residents.

The Cascade mill got sold yesterday to a new company. That company has ties to Laidlaw. NHPR called me to see if I could dig into it, but I was digging for my Conway work and couldn’t get away. I read the transcript on NHPR.org from the story they ran, but it didn’t fill in the details. Probably because at this point the details are still sketchy. I would love to have the support I have now and be reporting there, but right now that’s not in the cards.

It is strange, however, to see some of my more regional stories grace the cover of the Berlin Daily Sun. The BDS was my competition, in theory, for a year and a half, although it’s reporters were colleagues and friends. I guess the Reporter is stripping down to even more limited access—the reporter who replaced me was let go and won’t be replaced. There are now two reporters and my former editor putting both the Reporter and the Coös County Democrat together, with the help of some freelancers.

So who watches the region? I think about the story I just wrote, about the Conway police spending money they maybe shouldn’t have. (It’s all a matter of opinion. I stay out of that business and just report what they bought and when.) Who can do that in Berlin? Who can do that in Lancaster? Groveton? Colebrook? I wonder what will happen if the papers there don’t keep going.

I have faith the region will survive, if for no other reason than the willpower of the people who live there. But the transition will be jarring. It already has been. Still, when I grabbed the rope-tow on Mount Prospect and chatted with the dozen people skiing and riding I knew there was no place I’d rather be.

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