Friendship Bogs and Other Things

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I have been busy with a project and have not really had time to explore as much as I would like. This morning Jessica was sick again so I decided to visit a few places that I have been wanting to get to for a while. First, along the way I found these.


A female I believe.

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Along the way I ran into oji and his friend Mark which always is nice. I ran into Mark last week.


Then off to Friendship Bogs to look for one of the few monuments along the Friendship Bog property line that I have not found or visited. The location I was heading for was here.

http://maps.njpinebarrens.com/#lat=39.75094321402187&lng=-74.59272623062134&z=17&type=h&gpx=

This particular location was one of the corners to a long skinny tract of land sold to Joshua Wills by Joseph Wharton on 12/29/1887. When the state surveyed Wharton in the 1950's they placed a monument there as they did on all corners to the Wharton property. The question is could I find this one? It is wild country and flooded much of the time. There is a canal going around this property and I had to decided on which side to be on. I eventually made it there but could not find anything. Fortunately, when the state purchased Friendship Bogs in the early 1980s they made an attempt to leave clues as to where these monuments are and if you know what to look for life can be so much easier. Scanning the trees I found that clue.


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Unfortunately, it was telling me the monument was in the canal which would be quite unusual. In any event, I had to look there for peace of mind.


Could it be?

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A closer look.


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A little bit of cleaning.


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Success! NJ273W


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So with success here I decided to move to the next one close by. Again I looked for the clues and found that time and mother nature have almost completely removed it.


The nail is still to be found.

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But this monument has a slight problem. It has completely sunk into the ground and may be as deep as 5 feet below the surface. Water from the canal has turned the location it is in to mud, and pushing a stick into the mud ends up with the stick disappearing completely. I may never be able to find this one.

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On my way home I stopped at the JCRR tracks on Carranza to text Jessica and ran into our very own German out on an adventure. It is always nice running into him along my way. He had a long day ahead of him and had to move on.

Guy
 
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GermanG

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Apr 2, 2005
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It was good seeing you today Guy. Sorry I had to rush off. Like you said, I had a bunch of sites to hit with the group I was leading. I never cease to be amazed at how often I meet friends in the most remote parts of the pines. When we arrived at Harrisville earlier there was another group already there examining the factory ruins. It turned out to be a PPA tour being led by Angelo Dellomo, along with Barbara Solem-Stull and Mike Fowler. Talk about some concentrated knowledge in one spot! I suddenly felt so inadequate :). I chatted with Barbara for a few seconds before moving on with my group, seeing you not too long after. We bumped into Barbara again towards the end of the day at Atsion, where she graciously offered us an impromtu tour of the mansion, even though she was obviously just finishing a busy day herself. Everyone in our group thoroughly enjoyed it and it was the perfect end to a nice day. Tomorrow is the first weekend day in almost forever where I have no plans or place to be. I'll most likely throw the dog in the truck and get lost out there someplace. Who knows who I'll meet tomorrow!
 

GermanG

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Maybe the pines aren't really as "remote" as you think? :D

Nice report Guy, and some great pictures!

Well, we do like to pretend, don't we? Once and a while when I'm out after deer with my muzzleloader, I try to imagine that not only I am I truly in the middle of nowhere, but I am also in the middle of the 1840s. Overhead planes usually chip away at that illusion, but I still try.
 
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