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JeffD
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I drove to what I thought was Pine Crest today from Apple Pie Hill, to enter the route described in a Pine Barrens Hike file I downloaded some time ago. It's the same hike where I ended up not hiking as planned before.
I thought I would enter Pine Crest at the railroad tracks, and find the sand road that led to the edge of an open bog, maybe passing that marker you told me about, Guy. I walked for about 1/2 mile and found no road, but an opening in the woods and a poorly defined trail. Shortly after I walked into this area I discovered it was private property. I returned to the railroad tracks and continued on. At what must have been a crossing at one time, a mile or so along the tracks, going west toward Carranza, I found two, somewhat flat metal things on the ground about ten feet from the tracks. They may be what Ed, on the PBE board, said may be boxcars. I continued another mile, or two, or three, until I came to a well-defined sand road. I followed it for close to a mile, skirting an occasional big puddle in the road. It curved around, and it looked like there was some clearings in the distance. I thought that may be the bog. I also found occasional orange markers on trees. The trail dead ended and I started to head back. Shortly before I got to the tracks, I noticed a big clearing to my right. The path to the right narrowed to a well-defined trail that was carpeted with needles and had a pine tree canopy. It looked like it went downhill. It was getting late, and I had walked quite a bit, so I just continued to the tracks and started heading back to the car. After awhile, on my left, I noticed the series of white, numbered markers to the left of the track, that followed a trail close to and parrallel to the railroad. After awhile the markers went left and went away from the tracks.
I drove up to the top of Apple Pie hill by the fire tower. To my dismay, there was some graffitti on a railing, and the banks below the parking area were trashed out. I don't think I would park my car there overnight. I don't know what rock people who trash out such a beautiful place crawed out from or what test tube marked "destroy at once" they were hatched from. Nonetheless, the view from the 205 foot hill was as spectacular as I had remembered.
I thought I would enter Pine Crest at the railroad tracks, and find the sand road that led to the edge of an open bog, maybe passing that marker you told me about, Guy. I walked for about 1/2 mile and found no road, but an opening in the woods and a poorly defined trail. Shortly after I walked into this area I discovered it was private property. I returned to the railroad tracks and continued on. At what must have been a crossing at one time, a mile or so along the tracks, going west toward Carranza, I found two, somewhat flat metal things on the ground about ten feet from the tracks. They may be what Ed, on the PBE board, said may be boxcars. I continued another mile, or two, or three, until I came to a well-defined sand road. I followed it for close to a mile, skirting an occasional big puddle in the road. It curved around, and it looked like there was some clearings in the distance. I thought that may be the bog. I also found occasional orange markers on trees. The trail dead ended and I started to head back. Shortly before I got to the tracks, I noticed a big clearing to my right. The path to the right narrowed to a well-defined trail that was carpeted with needles and had a pine tree canopy. It looked like it went downhill. It was getting late, and I had walked quite a bit, so I just continued to the tracks and started heading back to the car. After awhile, on my left, I noticed the series of white, numbered markers to the left of the track, that followed a trail close to and parrallel to the railroad. After awhile the markers went left and went away from the tracks.
I drove up to the top of Apple Pie hill by the fire tower. To my dismay, there was some graffitti on a railing, and the banks below the parking area were trashed out. I don't think I would park my car there overnight. I don't know what rock people who trash out such a beautiful place crawed out from or what test tube marked "destroy at once" they were hatched from. Nonetheless, the view from the 205 foot hill was as spectacular as I had remembered.