When I lived in NY, My standard bushwhacking wandering practice was whenever I had an overlook, I would identify groves of White Pine and make for them. Their relative lack of undergrowth made the groves perfect places for camps, lunchspots, etc.

I remember reading Thoreau bemoaning the status of the White Pine something like, 'once harvested to become masts on the most powerful ships in the world, now they are reduced to making matchsticks.' I think he would be happy to see that much of the northeast has seen them restored to their former stature, changing climate/range aside.