All
Today i went to two places that i have never been to before, the first place was Thompson's Beach, i left my house at 6 in the morning and 62.1 miles later i arrived at the observation deck on Thompson's Beach Road. I was to meet up with Al at 8 and as i was early i put on my knee highs for the marsh muck slog out to Thompson's. It was high tide when i arrived.
Al arrived a short time later then off we went. The first pic shows a spot where Al use to crab 12 years ago when the road was still open, he related to me that at one time due to high tide that he was stranded out here for a short time.
Proceeding further down the road we then came to a section of the road that still had asphalt on it.
The worst parts of the road are the beginning just past the closed gate and also about 200 yards before you reach the beach.
Arriving at the beach front .7 miles later we then went down the beach and saw this bulkhead and pilings which front a former residence.
At the former residence site here is Al checking out the fireplace.
In the former residence site we found this protruding out of the rubble.
We then found this inscribed concrete amongst the rubble, could it have been the former owners ?, the first name is a mystery, starting with a G, it could have been Gus, Gustav, George, Glenn, we will never know.
Next to the inscribed concrete we found another remnant with numbers on it, most likely dates when the place was erected.
Going further down the beach we then came a massive bulkhead with pilings all over the place.
Going further we then came upon this PVC sticking out of the ground.
We then found this turret top on the beach, we also found one on an earlier trip to Moores Beach.
We then spotted this floating out of the rustic colored Delaware Bay, notice the Horseshoe Crabs and the cinder blocks on the bottom.
We then spotted this dilapidated shack that Al and Bill found on their trip.
Proceeding further down the beach we spotted this sticking out of the sand, Al said that it is some sort of guy wire.
A distant view of the run down shack.
Reaching the terminus down the beach we rested for a spell, then we returned to where the road comes into the beach for a trek up the beach, Al told me and warned me that we were in for a ankle breaking encounter, down the beach was a cakewalk, our first encounter were these pipes sticking out of the sand.
Here is a look back of what we just passed, no, we went into the reeds to get around this destruction, it looked like the place was bombed.
Next up were these very large slabs, amazing what was left here.
We then saw what seems to be this concrete encased water heater.
No swimming today, rip currents, nice sandy beach here.
This looked easy to transverse but you would not believe the concrete and cinder blocks in there, easy does it in that grassy stretch.
Reaching the terminus at the upper end of the beach the pilings you see were all burnt and charred.
Resting for a bit before we turned back to the road out we found this brick with a name on it which Bill also photographed before.
Anyone for some PVC, it's in great shape.
We then came upon another brick with a name on it.
It was now time to get back to the road that took us to the observation deck, reaching the road entrance we rested again consuming more bottled spring water, when i arrived in the morning it was cool out with a nice breeze, it kept the Gnats, Greenheads and Mosquitoes at bay, now it was dead calm, the bay was flat as a pancake, and the bugs were hungry, time to go. Here is a look at the road back to the observation deck.
Arriving back at the parking lot i was exhausted and the fourth Ibuprofen 800 was downed, it was time to part ways but i told Al that i wanted to visit another place that i have never been to before Caviar or Bayside, i knew it was around Greenwich and Al's direction got me there without a problem.
Arriving on Bayside Road an hour later, i took this pic of a Turtle at the side of the road, he struck up a pose for me.
I arrived at the end of Bayside Road to a gathering of Bikers fishing and wearing their colors, i did notice that there were still two houses with private property signs on the north side of the road.
Turning around i wanted to go to the observation area on Caviar Tower Road, arriving at the end of the road the deck was not there just some supports on the ground where it use to be, a man and his son from Salem who were going fishing told me that the kids burnt it down, i now know why there are Township signs there saying that there is a $200 fine for anyone caught there a half hour before sunup and sundown.
Now to my main objective in Caviar, i have been fascinated with the place ever since Father Beck wrote about it, i wanted to see the old wharf pilings and to see if i could still find some ties and rails from the Jersey Central Line Southern Division remaining, i was soon to be rewarded, thankfully also it was low tide. The first pic shows some pilings where the Russian Trawlers came in to dock with their load of Sturgeon for making Caviar, hence the towns name.
Another set of pilings across the creek.
A view of Bayside where the two houses are, the telephone pole area, and the Salem Nuclear Power Plant.
Now for the ties and rails reward.
Just some ties remaining here and a sliver of rail.
And for the last pic of the day, the end of the line right at the old docks, this was a real busy place at one time.
Mission accomplished time now to head for home, i arrived home at 3 in the afternoon, tired , exhausted , i had another great day exploring with Al, but, it was a long ride to Thompson's, Bayside, and home due to George's brother dying this week, George's main duty is to now take care of his frail 91 year old mother and family always comes first, i do not know if George can ever going exploring with me again due to that fact, but i salute him.
Jim
Today i went to two places that i have never been to before, the first place was Thompson's Beach, i left my house at 6 in the morning and 62.1 miles later i arrived at the observation deck on Thompson's Beach Road. I was to meet up with Al at 8 and as i was early i put on my knee highs for the marsh muck slog out to Thompson's. It was high tide when i arrived.
Al arrived a short time later then off we went. The first pic shows a spot where Al use to crab 12 years ago when the road was still open, he related to me that at one time due to high tide that he was stranded out here for a short time.
Proceeding further down the road we then came to a section of the road that still had asphalt on it.
The worst parts of the road are the beginning just past the closed gate and also about 200 yards before you reach the beach.
Arriving at the beach front .7 miles later we then went down the beach and saw this bulkhead and pilings which front a former residence.
At the former residence site here is Al checking out the fireplace.
In the former residence site we found this protruding out of the rubble.
We then found this inscribed concrete amongst the rubble, could it have been the former owners ?, the first name is a mystery, starting with a G, it could have been Gus, Gustav, George, Glenn, we will never know.
Next to the inscribed concrete we found another remnant with numbers on it, most likely dates when the place was erected.
Going further down the beach we then came a massive bulkhead with pilings all over the place.
Going further we then came upon this PVC sticking out of the ground.
We then found this turret top on the beach, we also found one on an earlier trip to Moores Beach.
We then spotted this floating out of the rustic colored Delaware Bay, notice the Horseshoe Crabs and the cinder blocks on the bottom.
We then spotted this dilapidated shack that Al and Bill found on their trip.
Proceeding further down the beach we spotted this sticking out of the sand, Al said that it is some sort of guy wire.
A distant view of the run down shack.
Reaching the terminus down the beach we rested for a spell, then we returned to where the road comes into the beach for a trek up the beach, Al told me and warned me that we were in for a ankle breaking encounter, down the beach was a cakewalk, our first encounter were these pipes sticking out of the sand.
Here is a look back of what we just passed, no, we went into the reeds to get around this destruction, it looked like the place was bombed.
Next up were these very large slabs, amazing what was left here.
We then saw what seems to be this concrete encased water heater.
No swimming today, rip currents, nice sandy beach here.
This looked easy to transverse but you would not believe the concrete and cinder blocks in there, easy does it in that grassy stretch.
Reaching the terminus at the upper end of the beach the pilings you see were all burnt and charred.
Resting for a bit before we turned back to the road out we found this brick with a name on it which Bill also photographed before.
Anyone for some PVC, it's in great shape.
We then came upon another brick with a name on it.
It was now time to get back to the road that took us to the observation deck, reaching the road entrance we rested again consuming more bottled spring water, when i arrived in the morning it was cool out with a nice breeze, it kept the Gnats, Greenheads and Mosquitoes at bay, now it was dead calm, the bay was flat as a pancake, and the bugs were hungry, time to go. Here is a look at the road back to the observation deck.
Arriving back at the parking lot i was exhausted and the fourth Ibuprofen 800 was downed, it was time to part ways but i told Al that i wanted to visit another place that i have never been to before Caviar or Bayside, i knew it was around Greenwich and Al's direction got me there without a problem.
Arriving on Bayside Road an hour later, i took this pic of a Turtle at the side of the road, he struck up a pose for me.
I arrived at the end of Bayside Road to a gathering of Bikers fishing and wearing their colors, i did notice that there were still two houses with private property signs on the north side of the road.
Turning around i wanted to go to the observation area on Caviar Tower Road, arriving at the end of the road the deck was not there just some supports on the ground where it use to be, a man and his son from Salem who were going fishing told me that the kids burnt it down, i now know why there are Township signs there saying that there is a $200 fine for anyone caught there a half hour before sunup and sundown.
Now to my main objective in Caviar, i have been fascinated with the place ever since Father Beck wrote about it, i wanted to see the old wharf pilings and to see if i could still find some ties and rails from the Jersey Central Line Southern Division remaining, i was soon to be rewarded, thankfully also it was low tide. The first pic shows some pilings where the Russian Trawlers came in to dock with their load of Sturgeon for making Caviar, hence the towns name.
Another set of pilings across the creek.
A view of Bayside where the two houses are, the telephone pole area, and the Salem Nuclear Power Plant.
Now for the ties and rails reward.
Just some ties remaining here and a sliver of rail.
And for the last pic of the day, the end of the line right at the old docks, this was a real busy place at one time.
Mission accomplished time now to head for home, i arrived home at 3 in the afternoon, tired , exhausted , i had another great day exploring with Al, but, it was a long ride to Thompson's, Bayside, and home due to George's brother dying this week, George's main duty is to now take care of his frail 91 year old mother and family always comes first, i do not know if George can ever going exploring with me again due to that fact, but i salute him.
Jim
