LBI, Tuckerton, Etc. w/ Moose

Well, Moose and I headed out for the eastern loop to nab a bunch of new caches. We immediately stopped at Jim’s Lunch for breakfast. Starting the day with pork roll is always a treat. After that, we stopped off to grab the three Millville caches that Moose needed that are within a half mile of Jim’s.  Then it was off to Head of the River.

We drove in, negotiated a couple steep tire tracks and then parked near the lake. Moose spotted the cache from afar as we were on the hill. Cache was in good shape. Moose left the modern balsa airplanes: made of plastic. Cute. I used to love flying those things. Someone drove by in a Wrangler as we were at the cache.

We continued down the road and ended up on Rt. 50 after one turn. That was far better than heading out to Rt. 49 to Tuckahoe and then around. Somehow I thought the Egg Harbor WMA was going to be on the other side, thus requiring us to go by the Sugar Hill Inn. Nope, I was wrong. This WMA was on my side of the water. We drove to the furthest one first. There was a truck parked nearby and a boat with heavy-duty camo in the water. The cache was easily found . . . under a piece of paper and wood. From there, we sought the former sewage treatment plant cache. As one might imagine, this area was littered. I was not a fan of the area, but it did prove to be Moose’s 400th find!

Moose and I decided to drive to Barnegat from here. It is so maddening driving the eight miles once on the island at 25 mph. Good conversation kept my mind off the speed and we got to the park readily. We both checked the bush, saw nothing and continued looking. We focused on the need to unscrew the bottom. That told us both to look on the wood planks. Moose found the benchmark nearby. I recalled Ski had provided updated coordinates for a cache. I headed back to the car for the PDA. Turns out those numbers were for a different cache. We kept looking. Finally I said something about it must be in the bush. We looked again and Moose found it. I had dismissed that blue thread previously for I saw nothing attached to it. Oh well . . .

We then headed out to the Life on the Rocks cache on the jetty. Ski and I had looked for this one previously, but the cache wasn’t there. Moose said it had been replaced. We found the X easily. But after a quick look, realized the cache was not there. Revisiting the cache page showed that the cache had been moved a few feet. Well, there was a couple fishing right there. We looked high. We looked low. We looked here. We looked there. We spent some time and effort and unearthed a tomato juice jar that proved not to be the cache. Finally, the guy fishing asked us what we were doing. They were helpful as they seemed accepting to us searching where they were. Still no luck. They packed up after a bit and left. We continued searching. As they were walking away, I found the cache. It is well hidden, but soaked. A peanut butter jar isn’t going to last here . . . particularly after the lid blew away. :)

It was then slooshing through the sand to another new cache. So now there are three caches in this little park. On our way out, we hit two others Moose needed. L.B.I. Fun is trashed. I don’t think it was where I had found it and it was soaking wet.

We then headed to Tuckerton to finish the new ones on the eastern loop. The first one was in another litter-riddled area. Blech. The second was fairly well hidden in a public place. It was neat seeing the trick-or-treaters as we drove through.

I was so exhausted from my day that I fell asleep during the World Series game and missed the Marlins winning the Series in NYC.

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