Next I begin the
Trans New Jersey Trail which is
"a 450+ mile route that spans from High Point, NJ to Cape May, NJ. The trail consist of asphalt, gravel, sand, dirt, and some mud. The trail is 100% legal for all street legal vehicles. This means you must be registered, insured, and compliant with all DOT regulations (headlights, taillights, seat belts, turn signals, and so on)."
I had never really considered the possibility of an off-road adventure route in New Jersey so I was excited to begin my track in
High Point and point my ship south towards my final destination in
Cape May. While researching I discovered that nearly one-quarter of all land in New Jersey is referred to as the
Pine Barrens, or Pinelands, which are 1.1 million acres of open land available for public recreation! Here is a shot of the route as viewed in
Gaia GPS which displays on my Uconnect 4 with 8.4" touchscreen via Android Auto and a Google Pixel 7.
Since my recent Cross Pennsylvania Adventure Trail concluded in the north-east corner of Pennsylvania on the New York border, the beginning of the Trans New Jersey Trail was just a few minutes of a drive to the south. What a perfect combination! The northern terminus of the TNJT was at High Point, New Jersey, and was named so because it is the highest point in New Jersey at 1,803 feet above mean sea level.
The initial few hours of driving amounted to two-lane paved roads through mostly country, but some residential areas. I was very excited as I pulled off onto the first dirt and gravel section but that changed as I began to sense that the trail had not been traveled on a regular basis. I checked my instruments to confirm that I was on the correct track and proceeded with caution.
The first dirt section was a tease and after only a few miles I was back on pavement for what seemed like several more hours. It was a pretty ride but nothing special so once again I was overjoyed to pull off onto another off-road section of
Jenny Jump State Forest. Just prior to this picture there was actually a rocky climb which required me to shift into four-wheel-drive so things we becoming fun now. Soon thereafter, I came upon this washed out section of trail, stopped to check for recent tracks, and seeing none checked my navigation instruments again. Everything checks good on deck so let's roll...and then the trail became so tight and overgrown I was unable to see anything in front of me. While looking up and inching forward, I noticed a utility line that had fallen and was crossing the trail so low that in another ten feet the top of my pop-up camper would contact the downed line. Time to gracefully back out and find a go-around.
Just a mile or so past
Buttermilk Falls, I came upon a heavy duty tow truck on a forest road. The driver pulled over and I we both jumped out for a quick discussion. He asked if I was familiar with the area since he had never been here and was going to rescue an 18-wheeler stuck in the mud. I asked if it was a logging truck and he stated that it was a flatbed from a big-box retailer performing a home delivery. I jumped into the lead and we drive a few more miles and found the truck which had been trying to turn around due to a bridge closure when it became stuck. The driver only had intermittent service and even if the bridge was open, it has a 10-ton weight limit.g
I offered to act as a spotter and together we pulled the truck back up onto the forest road but facing the wrong way towards the closed bridge. I recommended that the young female driving the truck call her office to ask for a senior driver to be brought out to assist her but she was the only driver and the general manager placed it all on her. Maybe she should not have been there in the first place although she reviewed the route with another driver in the store and that driver said all was fine. The tow truck driver was done and he left immediately. The poor inner-city girl was not familiar with the forest and there was no damn way she was going to back that 18-wheeler down the trail for several miles.
I let her know I was going to stay and offer the little support that I could so I walked back on the trail and found an abandoned and closed spur which was a straight shot back. It took a solid hour but together we backed the truck up to the spur and eventually got her turned around. I jumped in front of her and lead hear out. It felt good to be able to have the time and above-average knowledge of the forest roads to help her and the tow-truck driver out. What an interesting day!
Yet another closed road which provided me with an opportunity to research my map and identify a go-around. Gaia GPS has a great feature which allows you to download areas of a map prior to beginning your adventure so in case you are without cellular service, you still have the map area loaded and available.
Much of northern half of the TNJT has been two-lane blacktop with only a few miles of dirt or gravel here or there. Again, not a bad track but nothing exciting to report with the exception of a few sections here or there. This short stretch ran between two beautiful neighborhoods and pretty and short, just like most of the MILFs smiling at me here in NJ. Seriously, there are a surplus of good-looking healthy girls here and I smile back each and every time.
Some of the highlights so far included driving through the middle of the
Trump National Golf Club in Bedminster. While driving though I slowed down to try and figure out what all the excitement was about - I was able to notice unique vehicles and personnel who were really paying extra special attention to my AEV Prospector with my Four Wheel Camper on the back. I pulled over and pulled out my
Zeiss Conquest HD binoculars and confirmed that we were all checking each other out. I smiled and rolled only finding out the next day that President Trump arranged a private screening at Bedminster for the summer blockbuster:
Sound of Freedom.
When I awoke in the morning I heard a man walking towards my vehicle - I could hear his was and was able to conclude that he was old and weak, even before I could see him. Minutes later he came around the corner and we greeted each other and ended up talking for the better part of an hour. What is most interesting is that this man was blind and exploring the forest by himself - what a brave man. After talking for a bit and covering a range of subjects he continued on his way and had to search for that rut in the road to guide him. I smiled and said many prayers for the man and was so happy to see him out in the forest, alone, and living life. He's not a quitter and that's the simple secret to success.
Never. Ever. Quit.