Kimball Union Academy - The French's Ledges Ski Hill

The French's Ledges Ski Hill

According to the website belonging to the Upper Valley Land Trust, the ski hill and a trail are both the property of Mr. Ira Townsend. The property is used for hiking, camping, mountain biking, snowshoeing and back country Nordic skiing. It is a biologically diverse area, providing space and habitats for many species of flora and fauna. It contains 1.5 miles (2.4 km) of the French’s Ledges Trail among other trails in a network that were built by Mr. Townsend and the KUA outing club. The ski hill had several structures including an A-frame, ski lift and jumps, among other things. In the early 1970s, it was host to the New England Prep School Championships. These contests included competitions on slalom and alpine races. http://www.nelsap.org/nh/kimballunion.html

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