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I get the terms my friend, while I may never be the draft sage you are, I get them. The "connotations" still come across, well, faggish. There was a time when all your colours and malt descriptions and kilned grained ratings weren't needed to knock a few down. It's beer. Yeah... I went there...

Jeff, A great sharing. You go to such beautiful places but take a crapload of pains to get there. That was some serious sloggin' you did dude. You ain't no lightweight for certain. I remember sloggin' around in some serious stuff down in Port Norris years ago as a Yout, and at some nearby...

WTF! Is this a beer thread or a Starbucks thread? I've read enough foolish names for beer in this thread to fill an Alehouse but that name just sounds so... "Queer eye for the beer guy", it ain't even funny. g.

Not one to dare convey the characteristics of rocks, stones, pebbles, boulders, meadow muffins and the like accurately, I offer the following as another lookee see. I've a whole 'nother thread on it but here. By far one of the biggest things locally I've ever seen made of like (or unlike...

I like it. So clear it that even the vegetation could be a still life were it not for the flow shown passing you by on the leg. g.

Probably not too far off on that one, given the proximity. If not pumping from a well, perhaps a conduit system from nearby water. You would be somewhat at the mercy of the elements as to when said filling could be done. I imagine in 1876 the land might have been a good deal more cleared and...

Thank you Robert. I've been a little far off so to speak. Collecting myself. Enjoying your work all the while. I'm back. Resident Lout and all around Ballbreaker, at your service. g.

Jerseyman, As you know, I was immensely fond of your 1823 trip article. It was thought provoking, and inspirational. I could only hope to reach a point where I can inject such romanticism into an outing. My mere few hours described does not compare to the story you shared. I only but try to...

Jim, The Indian for me will always stand tall and proud in my memory. A silent sentinel to the area and the sign that I'm just about there. Oji, I take you along everywhere I go, that in the smallest walk I'll bring you back the joy it renders in the written word. g.

Guy, Yourself and Bob really do have a knack for bringing the more brilliant of the flora of the Pine Barrens back for the rest of us to enjoy. Good stuff. g.

As did we, actually to us it was always just "seven bridges". As time passes it seems there are fewer and fewer people that even know that name. More than likely a whole lot of the folk that live in the monstrosities built near the beginning of that very stretch or road now. Development...

In which I go out to see the morning, and ramble on as usual. Take a ride through the Pine Barrens in the wee hours of darkness on the way to a favored location. Even in the blackness of night or soft glow of the coming morn', there is much to marvel at. I'm reminded of a boy some 30+...

Good luck and I hope you have good weather g.