I figured that since Pan has been posting some of his old photo's, I would post some of mine. Granted, many of the older members may have viewed these before; however, there are people here who have not.
Me in the tree by Unbridge just off of Quaker Bridge Road. Someone carved a cross in the tree and left their ax which I still have and use. Most likely 1978 or 1979.
My friend John taking a photo of me. This is along the canal DeMarco dug just off of 532 by Chatsworth Lake. If you have ever hiked the JCRR there and had to walk around the canal, this is where you go around.
Jemima Mount with the Jeep of a friend of mine at the time.
Bombing Range Road looking toward the old type towers. Notice the road is not as wide as it is today.
Behind Coyle Field you could find all kinds of things. This I guess was a flare and you should have seen the smoke after we lit it on fire. We had no idea it would smoke that much. We left quickly after making sure there was no chance of a major fire.
My brother-in-law at Apple Pie Hill. Notice the road on the left. That road is no longer there. Also, if you look just to the left and behind the far right tree you can see the square shape of the USGS reference monument. It is either no longer there or buried under all the dirt they put on the top of the hill to flatten it years ago. I am standing on the tower.
The Batsto River Bridge. Land Cruisers fit quite well on the tracks if you let out some air. This man worked at Great Adventure and did this all the time.
And he gave me a ride.
I spent quite a bit of time camping on the Forked River Mountains. We had our own secret campsite and kept many of the supplies hidden in the woods nearby for years. Nobody bothered them.
My friends 1972 Land Cruiser after getting stuck on a stump. He had a posi rear in that bear and still could not move. He also put in overdrive and could cruise pretty good with the 4:11 in them. Developed May 1979.
His 1972 on the left and my second vehicle (1978) on the right at our camp.
My tent and the rest of the equipment was theirs.
We left that table and sticks there for years.
At night on the west side we would climb the trees and watch the sunset. We would get there early and leave late.
One such night.
Guy