New Hampshire’s Old Man of the Mountain collapsed some time at the end of last week. I never actually got to see it in person, but the state route signs in NH feature a profile of him, so his existence was hard to miss if you pass through the state at all. It’s sad to see an icon of a state fall, but nature is inexorable.
There is talk of rebuilding it. A tasteful token of rememberence is one thing, but I hope they don’t try to resurrect a natural phenomenon.