<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:11:11.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weird N.J. Street Team</title><subtitle type='html'>Unlocking the forgotten, the lost, and the weird.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03291458807464993226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaGfAfmEN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/srC7T-ns-pM/S220/me_chinontable.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-7623154786138182956</id><published>2009-04-30T12:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:10:42.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird NJ Street Team Goes North Jersey Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; Sometime in May or early June (Weekend Event)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place:&lt;/strong&gt; Staying at a campsite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Places we plan on visiting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Manunka Chunk Tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is a twin set of tunnels approximately 800 feet long. One side has suffered ceiling collapses, but both tunnels are passable. The tunnels were built in the 1850's. The Lackawanna rail line (which included the Paulinskill Viaduct and the Bryam Ice Tunnel) opened in 1910. It was shorter then this line and had fewer steep grades, and made this line unnecessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Located off Rt 46, Manunka Chunk, Warren County &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramapo Reservation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is an abandoned camp ground area. The large lake there is featured in Weird NJ book with the underwater town in the reservoir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Located in Ramapo, NJ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clinton Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone knows about this place - the haunted, creepy road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Located in West Milford, NJ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Split Rock Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some have reported seeing unidentified glowing lights hovering above the reservoir late at night. Others say that the old bridge itself is haunted by the spirits of unfortunate drowning victims. Stories tell of skinny-dipping teens leaping from the guard tower in the middle of the bridge, into the reservoir, only to be sucked into the unseen underwater drain below that runs through the dam and empties into the man-made concrete "waterfall" on the other side. Ouch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bridge also has a reputation as being a sort of "suicide leap". There are tales of unhappy souls slipping through the bridge's fence and throwing themselves over the deadly drop, to the jagged concrete of the waterfall below. However, whispered rumors say murder, not suicide, is what really goes on at Split Rock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Located in Hibernia, NJ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have any other suggestions of places to visit, please let us know via commenting. Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-7623154786138182956?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7623154786138182956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird-nj-street-team-goes-north-jersey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/7623154786138182956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/7623154786138182956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird-nj-street-team-goes-north-jersey.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Weird NJ Street Team Goes North Jersey Style!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Rosemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03250355358144335496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-7310942399805960579</id><published>2009-04-19T23:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:03:18.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Centralia, PA Trip - April 5th</title><content type='html'>The trip was actually pretty fun, but disappointing all the same. I travelled to Centralia about 10 years ago with my family and my other friend's family and there was a lot more to see. A few houses were still standing, 12 lawnchairs circled a tree (12 people lived there at the time), and streets were still accessible. This time around, Centralia has officially become a ghost town. From what I could see, only 2 houses were still standing. The tree was replaced by a memorial and a nice green bench. Sad. However, steam was still visible from the hills surrounding the town. The streets weren't steaming though (maybe the fire moved?). I took some pictures for you all to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A big chunk of land sinking from the coal fire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsWGu8YnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yEV-UhQuwA0/s1600-h/000_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326610848804528754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsWGu8YnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yEV-UhQuwA0/s400/000_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A view of the hill where most of the steam was coming from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsV5aP0uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SfQuT606OsM/s1600-h/000_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326610845228061410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsV5aP0uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SfQuT606OsM/s400/000_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Houses used to be behind these trees. This is the only patch of ground where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the trees look this way. Pretty weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsVrFhoUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a1i7ZYoTSKc/s1600-h/000_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326610841383051586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsVrFhoUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a1i7ZYoTSKc/s400/000_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Route 61. This section of highway is blocked off due to the coal fire damaging and cracking the asphault. There is graffiti everywhere. When I was here 10 years ago, I was able to see steam coming from the cracks. The fire has probably moved since then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsVYYJqAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/beXfOZ3fEuU/s1600-h/000_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326610836360898562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsVYYJqAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/beXfOZ3fEuU/s400/000_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the blocked off Route 61. The arrows you see behind the&lt;br /&gt;grassy knoll is the detour road. Someone has dubbed this section of&lt;br /&gt;Route 61 as "Graffiti Highway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsVDYRPuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e2bbQlwTp2U/s1600-h/000_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326610830724251362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsVDYRPuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e2bbQlwTp2U/s400/000_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blocked off trail leading through the woods. My conscience told me not to go very&lt;br /&gt;far on this path. The smell of sulfur was pretty strong. I chose life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu-yJVpBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gmdnWs_GDDM/s1600-h/000_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326613746675983378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu-yJVpBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gmdnWs_GDDM/s400/000_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This used to be part of the town. Now its just gravel/coal trails having really&lt;br /&gt;no purpose at all. The burning coal was definitely making its presence&lt;br /&gt;known due to the sulfur smell. I wonder what sort of chemicals were in the puddles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu-rQLG1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BkMPAGZmLNo/s1600-h/000_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326613744825604946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu-rQLG1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BkMPAGZmLNo/s400/000_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is another area I found where the ground is sinking.&lt;br /&gt;A house definitely was here at one point. The driveway is off to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu9xummkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1Ef8zUhtCC0/s1600-h/000_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326613729383979586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu9xummkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1Ef8zUhtCC0/s400/000_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found the steam! The fire is alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu92xfwNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fdrCDk9zF3Q/s1600-h/000_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326613730738290898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu92xfwNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fdrCDk9zF3Q/s400/000_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was definitely overcome by the fumes of the fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't recommend anyone getting this close to the fire...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu9jS5q6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/K05KGKexNTE/s1600-h/000_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326613725509692322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/Sevu9jS5q6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/K05KGKexNTE/s400/000_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to take away from this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be safe. The ground is unstable. Driving your car around the deserted streets and trails is not a safe bet to take. I would park your car on an undamaged street and walk to wherever you would like to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go while you still can! There were only 2 homes left in the town when I went. I don't give the town much longer until its completely leveled and blocked off from public access.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't burn landfills that are on top of a coal vein.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not go too far on blocked off trails. The fire is pretty strong and the burnt coal releases sulfur, methane, carbon, nitrogen, and radioactive chemicals into the air. Unless you want some sort of lung/throat/thyroid disease, do your best to keep away from the fire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-7310942399805960579?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7310942399805960579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/centralia-pa-trip-april-5th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/7310942399805960579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/7310942399805960579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/centralia-pa-trip-april-5th.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Centralia, PA Trip - April 5th&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03291458807464993226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaGfAfmEN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/srC7T-ns-pM/S220/me_chinontable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SevsWGu8YnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yEV-UhQuwA0/s72-c/000_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-3241355006917710427</id><published>2009-03-26T16:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:31:48.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Update</title><content type='html'>The Centralia &amp;amp; Jim Thorpe, PA trip is actually happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When:&lt;/strong&gt; April 5th (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Departure:&lt;/strong&gt; 8:00-8:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving:&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever we're finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:&lt;/strong&gt; Centralia, PA (a next-to-abandoned town) &amp;amp; Jim Thorpe (scenic town with hiking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get some sort of video of Centralia, along with lots of pictures. Same goes with Jim Thorpe. Check back for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-3241355006917710427?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3241355006917710427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/3241355006917710427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/3241355006917710427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-update.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Trip Update&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03291458807464993226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaGfAfmEN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/srC7T-ns-pM/S220/me_chinontable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-1234781519985698875</id><published>2009-03-15T00:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:14:33.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird NJ ST is doing Weird PA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Centralia, PA (Columbia County)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xydexx.com/modernruins/img/centralia10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://www.xydexx.com/modernruins/img/centralia10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am currently planning a trip with a few college friends to check out Centralia and Jim Thorpe, PA. Centralia, according to Wikipedia (which is always a great source...), had a population of 9 in 2007. Two years later, I can't imagine it being exponentially different. The town became this way because of a vast underground mine fire that has been burning since 1962. Trash was deposited in an abandoned strip mine and set ablaze. Unbeknownst to the town of Centralia, they were perched on top of a huge coal vein. The trash fire whipped down to the coal vein and alas, an abandoned town was born. Townspeople left their homes from fear of collapse, toxic fumes, and fire hazards. This fire will burn for another 1,000 years, maybe more. As said before, only 9 people remain in the town as of 2007. The streets act as vents that let steam (sulfur, carbon, nitrogen, radioactive chemicals) spew out. Fun stuff. I plan on taking/breathing this all in around early April. More updates to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jim Thorpe, PA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.pbase.com/v3/42/521742/2/46464149.packer_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://i.pbase.com/v3/42/521742/2/46464149.packer_house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay, so Jim Thorpe isn't weird, but it's still a cool place to check out. It's a town set on the side of a mountain. There is a huge mansion (see above) that we can tour. It's called the Asa Parker mansion. I don't feel like explaining who he is, so Google him. There are a bunch of trails to hike on and waterfalls to see (a 2 mile hike). It will be cool to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a day trip starting on a Sunday at 7:30am. I need to find an exact date quickly though. I'll edit this once I do. Let me know if you plan on going, its 55 miles from where I am in Wilkes-Barre, PA. Who knows how far from New Jersey haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-1234781519985698875?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1234781519985698875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-nj-st-does-weird-pa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/1234781519985698875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/1234781519985698875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-nj-st-does-weird-pa.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Weird NJ ST is doing Weird PA&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03291458807464993226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaGfAfmEN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/srC7T-ns-pM/S220/me_chinontable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-9060030125855073724</id><published>2009-02-25T00:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:22:31.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Tuesday, December 30th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 12:00pm-6:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The lake behind the outdoors church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaTfgLo6I2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_nydwzwRqG4/s1600-h/mtmiserylake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306612004922467170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaTfgLo6I2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_nydwzwRqG4/s200/mtmiserylake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rose and Breanne in the Lifeguard stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaTfgPkG9NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CNIj9W21DK4/s1600-h/mtmiseryrosebre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306612005976077522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaTfgPkG9NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CNIj9W21DK4/s200/mtmiseryrosebre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Random tire swings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaTfgUgPo2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2i4fizld6xk/s1600-h/mtmiserytireswring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306612007302046562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaTfgUgPo2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2i4fizld6xk/s200/mtmiserytireswring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Located in Browns Mills, N.J., Mt. Misery is far from what it seems. No meth labs, no wild dogs, maybe some pineys, but all in all a fun place. After turning onto Mt. Misery Road you will enter the Pine Barrens. There are some weird piney-looking houses and dirt roads mostly. Then, alas, a large open area comes into sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you have a Ford Focus, or any other compact car, and feel the need to go offroading with it - it is a horrible idea. But it makes for a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Digging out your car could be the highlight of the trip! Like it was ours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaThY7zNf3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SXmb13bIo54/s1600-h/mtmiseryfordfocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306614079434882930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaThY7zNf3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SXmb13bIo54/s200/mtmiseryfordfocus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you get to the open field, make sure you park on the dirt road and walk to it. Across from the homes there's the grassy field. If you walk far enough to the tree-line you will see stairs. These lead you to the altar which was once used for human sacrifice in the old days and now holds prayer services for Methodist churches and the surrounding campgrounds. It was very interesting; however, it became old quickly. We followed the trail made of wooden planks connected to the church site. They led us to a lake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recommend going in the offseason like we did because it looks semi-abandoned and pretty creepy. Further down the trail, a bridge can be walked on. It makes for a beautiful sight. If you keep going you will come across a "playground in the woods." So much fun! There were rope webs, tire swings, and other things the campers use. I wouldn't say it was scary by any means. It was probably an old cub scouts camp full of activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-9060030125855073724?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/9060030125855073724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/mt-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/9060030125855073724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/9060030125855073724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/mt-misery.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Mt. Misery&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Rosemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03250355358144335496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaTfgLo6I2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_nydwzwRqG4/s72-c/mtmiserylake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-6926789470822821167</id><published>2009-02-22T19:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:13:27.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, NJ &amp; The Carranza Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday, February 7th, 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 1:00pm-9:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This excursion was an extension of our Chatsworth, NJ trip. We needed some other things to fill in the void of time we had available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Carranza Memorial&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHtzrGaE6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/pVtOaWObH6U/s1600-h/CarranzaMemorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305783308017865634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHtzrGaE6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/pVtOaWObH6U/s200/CarranzaMemorial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Down Carranza Road in Tabernacle, NJ we found the Carranza Memorial. Emilio Carranza was a Mexican pilot who crashed at this location in 1928 while trying to make the first non-stop flight from New York to Mexico City. In Mexico, he was hailed as a hero. The children in Mexico donated most of what they had to establish the monument in his name. We found that there was an Aztec Eagle carved into the stone, along with footprints which symbolized his "final touchdown." It was a quiet place, with only a few campers in the distance, not to mention two state troopers doing fishtails in their cruisers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship, NJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHtzjKmfsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gwnpxiurHFo/s1600-h/Friendship_NJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305783305887973058" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHtzjKmfsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gwnpxiurHFo/s200/Friendship_NJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we went down Carranza Road, we realized there was more than just the monument to see. Farther down, maybe a mile or so, the road turns into a dirt trail (commonly found in the Pine Barrens). It opens up into a wide open field. There we found cellar holes, varying in size, scattered throughout the area. One belonged to the sawmill that used to be the heart of the town, the others were presumably houses. It was neat to see, it was nothing more than that, but added to the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-6926789470822821167?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6926789470822821167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-nj-carranza-memorial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/6926789470822821167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/6926789470822821167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-nj-carranza-memorial.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Friendship, NJ &amp; The Carranza Memorial&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03291458807464993226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaGfAfmEN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/srC7T-ns-pM/S220/me_chinontable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHtzrGaE6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/pVtOaWObH6U/s72-c/CarranzaMemorial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-8376414986428098690</id><published>2009-02-22T19:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:18:47.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatsworth, NJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday, February 7th, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 1:00pm to 9:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Result/Findings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The town of Chatsworth was once known as the "Capital of the Pine Barrens," or at least used to be. The boundaries of the town contain many places to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chatsworth's Cemetery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoQ2IuIBI/AAAAAAAAADY/oRSLVxF-DE4/s1600-h/Chatsworth_Cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305777212126797842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoQ2IuIBI/AAAAAAAAADY/oRSLVxF-DE4/s200/Chatsworth_Cemetery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The town's cemetery is known to be haunted. Graves as old as 1788 have been found. There have been orbs spotted on film, however, they can be attributed to many things in nature (dust, bugs, rain). Who knows for sure? Be considerate and mindful of not walking on the graves and damaging the tombstones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buzby's General Store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoRN3VscI/AAAAAAAAADo/vG0fHyp_xWc/s1600-h/Chatsworth_NJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305777218496344514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoRN3VscI/AAAAAAAAADo/vG0fHyp_xWc/s200/Chatsworth_NJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you visit Chatsworth, make it a point to stop by Buzby's General Store. Marilyn, the lady who runs the store (a former cafe), authored many books pertaining to the Pine Barrens. I suggest you take a look into buying one. She is very knowledgeable about the vast forest and its forgotten towns, churches, and graveyards. You can also buy books about the Jersey Devil and other folklore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple Pie Hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoQ4qy0RI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieH2uhhjJ8o/s1600-h/Chatsworth_ApplePieHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305777212806582546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoQ4qy0RI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieH2uhhjJ8o/s200/Chatsworth_ApplePieHill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On the outskirts of Chatsworth is Apple Pie Hill. It is the tallest point in the Pine Barrens, measuring over 200 feet above sea level. On top of the hill is a fire tower. At night, the cities of  Philadelphia, Vineland, and Atlantic City can be seen from afar atop the fire tower. It is only in use during extremely dry conditions. The cabin on top is locked unless park rangers are inside. It is still well worth the climb (if you're not afraid of heights). Awesome photo opportunity. It is also apparent that every visitor who makes the trip to Apple Pie Hill etches their name in the surrounding wooden guardrails. Please note that as you climb higher in the tower, the climb becomes more narrow and it's made out of metal, which means you can see all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chatsworth's Railroad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoRBFsP3I/AAAAAAAAADw/9IFRk4STO2c/s1600-h/Chatsworth_Railroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305777215066881906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoRBFsP3I/AAAAAAAAADw/9IFRk4STO2c/s200/Chatsworth_Railroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chatsworth used to have a railroad that was the center of commerce for the town. It ran down to Tuckerton, other Pine Barren towns, and all the way to Philadelphia. It was also the home to the crash of the Blue Comet, a train that had derailed during a flood, killing many people. We found the railroad, however, the exact place of the crash was hard to pinpoint. We did a lot of walking in both directions from where we started and found nothing suspicious. It is incredibly overgrown. We did get a scenic and peaceful walk out of it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-8376414986428098690?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8376414986428098690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/chatsworth-nj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/8376414986428098690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/8376414986428098690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/chatsworth-nj.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Chatsworth, NJ&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03291458807464993226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaGfAfmEN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/srC7T-ns-pM/S220/me_chinontable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaHoQ2IuIBI/AAAAAAAAADY/oRSLVxF-DE4/s72-c/Chatsworth_Cemetery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697127052689409949.post-5415993520443598041</id><published>2009-02-22T17:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:01:55.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>To our readers and viewers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a group of college-aged amateurs that travel around New Jersey in search of places inspired by the Weird N.J. magazines and books (Vol. 1 &amp;amp; 2). Our goal is to track down and prove the existence of places outlined by the Weird N.J. authors. We are their biggest fans and are in no way, shape, or form trying to take anything away from them or desecrate their hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our trips lay outside of what the books and magazines have found. Our focus extends to the lost towns and history of the Pine Barrens. We average around one trip every month or so and try to pack in as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near future we will be uploading videos, pictures, and journals to this blog which will highlight all of the trips we have been taking, or will be taking. Feel free to leave comments, suggestions, criticisms, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for checking us out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697127052689409949-5415993520443598041?l=weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5415993520443598041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/5415993520443598041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697127052689409949/posts/default/5415993520443598041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnjstreetteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/introduction.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Introduction&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03291458807464993226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj5Yoy-PIoA/SaGfAfmEN-I/AAAAAAAAACk/srC7T-ns-pM/S220/me_chinontable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
