Scaling the presidentials
From this vista, the peaks already carry a light frost. Pockets of snow rest in the ravines, and ominous high winds are forecast. In any season, the Presidential Range is a fearsome place, in this season especially so.
The summits are named for Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, even Pierce, and, most recently, Eisenhower. Many of them are inaccessible except through the most arduous of climbs. Some of them have subpeaks, which pose special challenges along rocky paths. Slippery ridges and dangerous ledges abound. But their greatest distinction, along with the most severe weather in the country, is that they soar above the rest.
These peaks in the state that is host to the first primary are well named. They are presidential, awesome to behold, their summits difficult to attain. From ground level they look forbidding, inaccessible. But whether viewed in sunshine or snow, whether garlanded in green or draped in autumn colors, they above all fill us with awe.
That is what it is to be presidential, whether the word is employed to describe Mount Washington, which at 6,288 feet above sea level rises above all the others here, its shoulders breathtaking in their width and strength, or the city of Washington, D.C., 570 miles to the south. There is beauty to the word -- presidential -its four syllables each a chime, but those distinct sounds also are a tocsin of danger, for, as one of the hiking guides in these peaks warns, “It is your responsibility to understand these dangers, to make necessary preparations and to take the appropriate precautions.”
Now, a new figure is preparing to take his place among the Presidentials -- among the faces printed on the footlong rulers that schoolchildren stow in their desks, if not among the summits up here in a place that Ralph Waldo Emerson considered almost sacred. “Here among the mountains the pinions of thought should be strong,” Emerson wrote in a period of introspection in 1836, “and one should see the errors of men from a calmer height of love and wisdom.”
So, at this time, at the change of season and at the change of presidencies, it is natural to give pause and to reflect on what it means to be presidential, and, for those drawn to the hillsides and whose thoughts are lured to the summits, perhaps to dip into the most reliable guide to trekking these paths, a wellloved, much-respected reference book that warns that, among the Presidentials, “the weather is vicious enough to kill those who are foolish enough to challenge the mountain at its worst.”
At another site scraping the sky, a Manhattan tower bearing his name, Donald Trump is building an administration amid pleas from supporters and critics alike to be presidential, an entreaty Trump has answered in the past by saying, “I can be more presidential than anybody, if I want to be.” Separately he explained: “More presidential than anybody other than the great Abe Lincoln. He was very presidential.”
Trump is the first president with no prior elective experience, which gives him a freshness for the office but also a steep learning curve. “If you are not an experienced climber or a trained athlete,” counsels the authoritative guide to hiking the Presidentials, “you will almost certainly enjoy the ascent ... a great deal more if you build up to it with lesser climbs.”
It’s too late for that. But intelligent guidance for this office of duty and danger rests in the advice to hikers. “Ascents of the mountain in winter are sometimes easy enough to deceive inexperienced hikers into false confidence,” it counsels, “but the worst conditions in winter are inconceivably brutal and can materialize with little warning.” Governing, like hiking, is harder than it looks, and the path is steep.
David M. Shribman is executive editor of the PostGazette (firstname.lastname@example.org, 412 263-1890). Follow him on Twitter at ShribmanPG.