BobThere were cedars, but they seemed to be scattered here and there. Once in awhile they would be in a line several deep...but I did not see any forming a classic cedar swamp. A very unique area of open, sandy knobs surrounded on both sides by impenetrable briar and blueberry. The blueberry were the largest, meanest ones I have ever seen. I'd say 8 feet tall on average.
There may be some classic cedar swamp over by the back of the lake. That will have to be another trip.
I'm curious, do you guys ever take a machete for briars or is it purely climb, push, and wind your way through?
Great pics by the way.
You seemed to not venture as far eastward on the return leg as you planned.
I think Gabe is right when he says this was perhaps the delta area of a huge river.
It really is a nice area to explore, though tough going.
Were there any signs of wagon ruts where you crossed the Long-A-Coming Trail? Bartram, Wilson, Audubon, and Stone all passed along its route.
Bob,
Were there any signs of wagon ruts where you crossed the Long-A-Coming Trail? Bartram, Wilson, Audubon, and Stone all passed along its route.
Jburd
A machete in country like this will just get you hurt.Every time you pull back to take a swing you will yank more briars down on your head,if it's not razor sharp you will just yank the briars around maiming yourself.Machetes are good for reeds and bamboo but briars are really tough and I usually don't carry them unless I know in advance I will need them but a nice pear of hand sized pruning or even tin shears are great for cutting your way through bad spots or cutting yourself out once your trapped.Gloves can be helpful but they interfere with my gps which i usually am using so i just watch where I grab the briars to push them off and usually only get a stab occasionally.I have actually rolled across mats of briars in winter wrapped in military bdu's and field jacket.This would rip wool or cotton up but denim or like material will let you roll without snagging too bad.Don't try this with rose bushes,they are shaped different anyway and don't make mats but the briars are hooled on the end and you can't push them off like you can greenbriar.When snagged by rose bushes i usually just have to get mad and thrash my way out.I come out bloody but sometimes it's the only way to get away from them.Another hint,look for deer trails,sometimes you can crawl down tunnels through the bad stuff,it's really bad when briar mixes with blueberry bushes,you will try to crawl under the blueberry and the briar will be snagging and cutting you up while your pinned on your belly,if you can't find a deer trail through this stuff your in for a world of hurt
Al
Chris, look at the Bushy Beard Lichen at:
Didn't know you were a surveyor! If I'd of had more sense when younger I'd of got into surveying.I wanted to be a naturalist or wildlife biologist but with my YEC leanings I'm sure that would not have worked out well and a surveyors job would have kept me in the woods.I'll take a hundred ticks socks full of chiggers and choke on mosquitoes any day over the asinine schedule and mind numbingly boring job I have now.I wouldn't have this gut I'm toting around either.Al, as usual, you make some good points. It's been a long time since I've been off trail in the pines. Even when my machete was razor sharp, in briars it would take much more effort and the briars had a magical ability, when cutting a line, to swing up and hit you in the face. They also had an ability to seemingly grab your machete on the downswing and make it go in an unintended direction. One definitely has to know what they are doing with a machete and especially in vines and briars. As for the gloves, I swore by them when surveying but that was for cutting and searching for corners in thick underbrush.
Having always had foot problems, by the end of the day, there was no better site than a deer trail, especially when we were locating wetlands.
Your hints make me miss surveying but bring back some fond memories. They actually used to pay me to tromp around in the woods. Best job ever.
Thanks,
Jay
I was a surveyor for about 24 years. I took two classes at my HS (Eastern Regional, Gibbsboro). The funny thing is, I didn't feel like taking woodshop but wanted to take a trades elective. The bonus was we had class across from the lunchroom and got a locker there.Didn't know you were a surveyor! If I'd of had more sense when younger I'd of got into surveying.I wanted to be a naturalist or wildlife biologist but with my YEC leanings I'm sure that would not have worked out well and a surveyors job would have kept me in the woods.I'll take a hundred ticks socks full of chiggers and choke on mosquitoes any day over the asinine schedule and mind numbingly boring job I have now.I wouldn't have this gut I'm toting around either.
Forgot to share one of the joys, yes, joys of pulling ticks after a day working in the woods. When I was living and working in KY, the company owner was a total jerk. If he was being nice, you knew it wasn't just to be nice but because he was going to benefit. Well, being a surveyor, one will make mistakes, miss something on a survey, or whatever. This guy would always make it a point to call, give you hell and then hang up. The worst part is he was a book surveyor with very little field experience.
This is where the joy of ticks come it. We were always working late, especially in summer. He would be gone, so, yours truly would proceed to his office and remove ticks. Yes, they had had a long hard day so I figured they needed a nice comfy chair to enjoy. This was a regular thing for me, not mistakes, but always with the tick removal. It was a small victory, but sometimes, you just have to take them where you can get them.