I finished filing tax reports yesterday. I couldn't help wishing that, like leap day, tax season only fell once every four years. To celebrate (and just between us, scout out a potential hideaway should I ever have to escape from those durn revenuers ), I took a walk down the Central Jersey tracks going east from Shamong to the third trestle down, over the Batsto. From there I exited, stage right, and did some modest exploring.
Don't think I'll ever get tired of this view from the trestle.
A view across to the other bank.
This makes me think a little of something from a late night sci-fi movie, "Attack of the Piney-Eating Carnivorous Tribbles."
A short hike to the south brought me to this pretty spot.
I was surprised to find this trestle beam here, some distance down the river and not overly close to the bank.
Wonder what the tree on the left thinks about having such a forward neighbor?
I saw the teaberry on the left while walking. When I leaned down to take a closer look, its partner was discovered.
I remember an old movie where the goal was to find a big W. I settled for a medium V (or X if you count the reflection).
Just before it was time to head back, I came across these big specimens.
View from the opposite side.
This made me think of a snapper, mouth open and offering to amputate any unwanted fingers or toes.
Before leaving, I spend a few minutes scouting the NE bank. This fallen tree still seemed to have a measure of gravitas.
Don't think I'll ever get tired of this view from the trestle.
A view across to the other bank.
This makes me think a little of something from a late night sci-fi movie, "Attack of the Piney-Eating Carnivorous Tribbles."
A short hike to the south brought me to this pretty spot.
I was surprised to find this trestle beam here, some distance down the river and not overly close to the bank.
Wonder what the tree on the left thinks about having such a forward neighbor?
I saw the teaberry on the left while walking. When I leaned down to take a closer look, its partner was discovered.
I remember an old movie where the goal was to find a big W. I settled for a medium V (or X if you count the reflection).
Just before it was time to head back, I came across these big specimens.
View from the opposite side.
This made me think of a snapper, mouth open and offering to amputate any unwanted fingers or toes.
Before leaving, I spend a few minutes scouting the NE bank. This fallen tree still seemed to have a measure of gravitas.