Category Archives: Geodashing

Rainbow Trail – Pot of Gold

22-03-05 GC7610Z

39.3861 -76.908117 (disguised)

The Waymark Is Not There Day
aka “Ain’t nothin’ gonna to break my stride

With calculated coordinates plugged in, it was off to the final. Arrived safely and found the geocache. Nice. I truly enjoyed the jaunt along this trail. This was laid out well. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Not truly knowing what I should do next, I figured I would pick up the next three colors on my way back. That was the intention. I must have missed a turn because before I knew it, I was back nead Red and the vehicle. At that point I decided to bag backtracking to pick those up today.

An idea emerged and soon I was darting off across state to Ocean City.

Thank you very much for the care you put into providing a nice hike; I appreciate it.


09-01-01 GD91-CYUC

39.353 -75.1276, 42m

With the new year rung in rather quietly, when Fritz began howling at 7:00 this morning, I got up so Gert could sleep in. We fumbled getting ourselves ready. I need celery for the turkey I’ll be smoking later today so I figured we could get an early start to things. All bundled up, we took to the virgin day and year with gusto.

CYUC is rather convenient to me as it is just down the road. The question was whether it was woods or residence at this location in rural South Jersey. As anticipated, it was the one house in this stretch of woods.

We banged a U-y. Fritz liked looking at the inflatable Santa out front. The house sits back and there’s a little island for Santa and the mailbox about which the dirt road in and out loop of their driveway encircles. This is 3265 Cedarville Road . . . I guess. It’s Cedar Road where I live, but at some point it changes to Cedarville Road. Go figure.

Fritz is always happy to be out and about. He didn’t quite understand sitting along the road, but he accepted it.


07-07-06 GD73-DAAM Dashpoint

39.7133 -74.7532

Hot DAAM! After a few hours of less than success fumbling about the Pine Barrens, I finally got back on track with this dashpoint. There are several geocaches out here in the woods and I knew the area well. There were several puddles on the way in, but little to be concerned with. I turned onto a trail near the end and then got out to get as close as I could.

I saw evidence that Mrs. Leed’s son (Jersey Devil) had been around; nothing but bones and a little fur were left to that animal.

The flag played in the heavy brush. The closest I got was 23 meters. There was a ridge there like the bogs have, but there was no bog here. It elevated enough so I could get a couple photographs. This is typical Pine Barrens here. I always liked it out here. Parkdale was just up the road. There was a lot of history here once upon a time . . . now it is just a beautiful place to visit. Today I appeared alone in these parts; I saw few folks in the forest today and none in this section.


39.4086 -74.8427

After having captured the flag in Dorothy, I still felt like playing. I checked to see what the nearest waypoint I had in the GPSr. It turns out about 12 km away was this dashpoint. I figured, “Why not?”

I went up Rt. 50 past the Atlantic County Park. How many caches have I found in there over the years? Anyhow, I seemed to have missed the road I wanted to cut across so I continued on to the switchback. That was a good road as it took me through familiar territory. Heck, I placed a cache out here five years back.

I reached Estelle Manor and drove by the new school. It is beautiful. I turned onto 14th Avenue. I had a car right on my tail so I could not stop on my first pass. The car turned into some house and I banged a U-y.

I pulled over across the street from the point at a convenient spot just past the driveway. I was 26 meters away from there. It appears the dashpoint was in the driveway near the tree. The house was a white rancher with black trim. It kind of reminded me of the house I grew up in. There was a basketball hoop on the far edge of the property. I had written down the house number, but I do not seem to be able to locate that scrap of paper right now.

It’s been a while since I logged a dashpoint. It’s good to be back.


06-10-15 GD64-CUUW

39.9648 -76.7183
35m away

Today’s odyssey provided a good variety of activities. I left the house at 4:29 a.m. and headed west. Tom Stoppard told me to do that long ago. After seeking a vexillum early on, completing a locationless cache in the next town over, and before heading to Nixon Park for a cache, I sought this dashpoint in York proper.

There’s a certain feel to Pennsylvania towns. I attended college in PA and all these places (Lancaster, York, Hanover, etc.) are quaint places packed with history. I kept picking up Markeronis throughout town. I’ll never be able to log them all.

Anyhow, I negotiated through town to the corner of Market & Broad. There is a “park” on the corner. It’s a patch of green with some sort of brick platform/sitting area/gazebo without a lid. And there were signs prominently proclaiming this was private property and to keep off. All righty then.

Next door is the York Housing Authority. I stopped at the driveway where I was equally stymied with private property signs. It turns out the “park” belongs to the housing authority. I guess they don’t want anyone on the land. Seems odd.

The dashpoint played down the driveway 35m. One would have easily zeroed out if the signs weren’t there.

It was a nice bright, but crisp morning in York. I continued on from here to see the beautiful fall foliage that we are blessed with right now. Autumn is splendid right now.


40.0349 -74.885
12m away

I had an interesting day. ‘Twas supposed to be teaching, but my district is opening two new schools this year. One of them did not obtain their certificate of occupancy until late. In order to provide a little extra time for them to prepare for the opening, all 11,000 students and 2,000 staff members were off yesterday and today.

As I prepared Beetle for school (private schools are right on schedule) I decided I could take a ride today. In my travels I saw this waypoint on the screen. I thought I was going to Burlington for this, but it appears I was in Willingboro. I was a bit twisted around there, but as I drove down Charleston with cars tailgating me, I darted into this development. Before I could pull over to figure out where I needed to go, the GPSr signaled that I was within 100 feet.

I let everything settle and sure enough, the first house that backs up to Charleston is the spot. It is a two-story house with yellow siding on top and brown and white bricks on the bottom. This seems to be about 30-40 years old, if I had to guess. The house number was #1 Budhollow Lane on the corner of Barnwell.

On my way out of this area, I found a Checkers Burgers. I know this place from Florida. There are not many in places I travel to and as it was I was 90 minutes or more from home.


06-08-22 GD62-CYYX Dashpoint

39.2088 -74.7098

Beetle has given up on her afternoon naps. What once were three peaceful hours each afternoon are full of a two-year old running around the house. With Gert pregnant again, Beetle tires her mommy out. What is one to do when the wife needs a nap? You got it, go dashing!

So, I strapped the little girl in the car and headed toward Strathmere. The town is one of those nothing towns at the shore barely visible b4 one blinks and is in another town.

On the way down as we approached Tuckahoe, the absence of singing, calls for the Wiggles, and other noise caused me to look in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, Beetle had nodded off.

I think the area of the dashpoint isn’t Strathmere but perhaps Ocean View. Anyhow, the area has grown up and there is now a development as one approaches Rt. 9. I turned in and made a left onto Cole Avenue. That forms a T with Belcroft. I turned right on it and immediately passed the house I wanted as the Meridian signaled I had arrived. I did the dashers’ turnaround at the next intersection and came back to the gray house with pinkish-red shutters. The coordinates were slightly on the lawn near the driveway. I pulled up to the area between that house and the one on the T with Cole to take a photograph. Gert has warned me about taking photographs of other people’s homes enough. 🙂

Beetle was still sacked out.

I was running on fumes at this point so I took the first gasoline I saw. I only put enough in to get home as being at the shore means I paid more than the $2.73 back home.

Driving back to Tuckahoe, Beetle awoke and seemed like she was ready to play. We found a playground next to the Railroad Museum. There’s a micro hidden there that I had struck out on once before. I used my daughter as a guise to re-hunt this thing.

But the equipment was more fun than looking for a cache. Beetle began scaling the climbing wall-type part of the playground. I have never seen her climb before and was just stunned. She kept calling for Daddy to join her. I obliged and went down the big slide over and over as Beetle cackled. Children grow so fast.

After this fun, we pushed off for home once again. We stopped for a roadside cache that we drive by all the time but never seek. Out of nowhere a few months ago, a tree stump began to be decorated. Travelers have added to the sculpture. It is quite a site. Then someone dropped a cache here. Ah, why not? It was a good excuse for a few photographs.

With tummies grumbling, we shoved off for the last time and arrived home to find out Gert had nary a minute’s sleep. So much for clearing the house to allow her to sleep.


06-06-16 GD60-CYYW

39.6652 -74.7366

I am on vacation and dropped Beetle off at school. This was her last day and the class was going to celebrate her birthday later in the morning. Having some time to kill, I drove up to Hammonton to get this dashpoint.


On the way I realized I was going to need gasoline. I found $2.829 per gallon and the truck took exactly $50 worth. Sigh . . . the price of playing games.

I drove through the center of town, out Central and hooked up with 542. Past the house that has been sans its facing forever, a few kilometers down the road I turned left onto Columbia.

This is blueberry country folks. I do not know hoe far they are shipped, but the blueberries I used to eat when I lived in Boston came from here. Hammonton touts itself as the “Blueberry Capital of the World”.

I got to the road I wanted only to find out it is private. Most of the other roads through the berry fields are open, but this one is posted clearly.

Stymied 1.13 kilometers away. There is no other approach unless I rent an aircraft. The fields here are adjacent to the Hammonton Municipal Airport, so I guess it’s a possibility, but one that will have to wait for another day.

I did see a low flying bi-plane overhead. Perhaps someone else was trying to score.

By the by, the berries are quite plump here.

Salem County Touring

06-04-09 Salem County Touring

Today was a different kind of a day out exploring. Instead of a cache run, I took a tour of Salem County re-visiting several places I have gone previously in my travels.

First up was the oak tree in Salem. If you think about it, commemorating the only surviving tree is, well, odd. There used to be a forest here and in 1675 the treaty John Fenwick negotiated with the Lenni Lenape was under this tree. Then the all the others were razed. Go figure. The tree is now supported by guy wires.

After the quick stop, I headed towards Finn’s Point. I decided since I was on fumes, I should fill up. Gasoline is usually cheaper out this way. It was not today. I paid $2.45/gallon. I should have filled up for $2.38 earlier, but thought I could do even better. You roll the dice, you take your chances. So, after dealing with that, it was off to Finn’s Point. There was the obligatory stop at the rear light. How many times have I been here? The sun glared and made it difficult to get shots of the lighthouse. I really just wanted the marker and was able to get the camera lens between the fence.

After that, I stopped by Ft. Mott for a quick walk through the batteries. I was looking for a plaque, but did not see one. I probably should have gone to the office and inquired, but was not up for that. Today was absolutely gorgeous and I didn’t really want to be indoors.

So, out I went and circled around to Finn’s Pt. Here is a national cemetery. The “dunes” in the distance are actually Delaware. Marty has a cache out on the silt and sure enough, it is listed as in Delaware. It seems odd that dredged crap from the river when dumped here is considered the other state. Go figure.

The cemetery was in pristine shape. The lawn had been recently mowed and all was bright green. This is one of those places I love to come to. Other than a hum of ATVs out in . . . err . . . Delaware, one never hears anything here. And today, the ATVs were silent. Wonderful. I walked around and took some photographs. There were some things I wanted to check and after doing so, I headed back to the truck. I did snap a couple shots of the National Register plaque for Markeroni.

As I drove away, I realized I was very hungry. I hadn’t had breakfast. The thing is there is little to dine on out this way. I decided that if I came across fast food (which I knew I wouldn’t) I would stop, otherwise, I would wait until I arrived home. I next sought a dashpoint for this month’s game. It appeared to be on the Salem side of the water, but I have been misled with that previously. Anyhow, as I drove around, I discovered a new water drive that I had never been on before. Ah, this is gorgeous out here. Once I got on Sinnickson I saw two large eagles flying overhead. The road twisted and I saw the GPSr indicate the dp was off to my left. I continued on past it just to see what the rest of the road looked like. I would love to live out this way. The scenery is spectacular. I circled around and came back. As I got close, I just stopped on the road. Yes, on a turn. But there is nothing out here other than the wildlife. The point was 37m in the inlet. I snapped a few photographs, but was unable to get the eagles.

Next up was the wildlife refuge area that PSE&G created to calm the public when it built their Salem nuclear reactor. I love it out here! Tom’s cache first brought me here nearly four years ago. Unfortunately, that cache is long archived and now there are a few others closer to the parking. One has to walk the planks to get to serenity. I sought serenity.

As I hung out here, I was reminded of the initial hook to geocaching. I used to comment how peaceful it was in many of the locations I went to . . . including this one. Not that South Jersey is New York City, but more and more, the hustle and bustle of city life is encroaching. Even the shore is noisy. Caching got me to places where there was no one around. As I sat on the dock along Straight Creek, all I could hear were the shore birds frolicking about and the water lapping every now and then. In a month or so, the fiddler crabs will be plentiful, but today I saw none. This is why I took to caching was because of locations like this.

After a while, I headed back. I stopped at the observation deck. I recalled the two rabbits I had once seen along the path who played hide and seek with me. There are a lot of fond memories out this way.

I wanted to go to the Nicholson House as well. It is remarkable how things change over time. Part of it is that when one first seeks a cache, he doesn’t know where he is going. The return trips are always much more direct. The planks and now Nicholson House always seemed like hikes. Neither is. As I approached the house, the largest eagle I have ever seen took off. He was resting on the roof and with a few flaps of his wings, was gone. As I circled around to the front, several wild turkeys scurried off. Oh, it is so pretty here! I poked around. PSE&G owns the land and there is a sign that the house may be sold at a later date. I recall that from my first visit, more than three years ago. I just soaked up the sun out here. One could not ask for a better day. I took lots of photographs and then noted a few signs along the edge of the property. I thought it odd that No Trespassing signs were placed along the neighboring corn field. Then I realized that PSE&G doesn’t want folks where I was. Hmmm . . . back to the trail and I saw the No Trespassing sign I should have seen when arriving. It is pretty well covered with briars. That means the cache placed here is on private property. Too bad as this is one of the better caches that exist in the area.

On my way back to Millville, I stopped off at the Hancock House. This is another one of those interesting places I learned about from Tom through caching. Each time I stop here, I learn something new. Alicia gave me a tour today. She shared two flags and a map with me that I had never seen. The map is from 1786. It is of the Alloway Creek area. It had been folded and glued to a piece of cardboard. They had it restored and boy does it look nice. The colors used on the map more than two hundred years ago have held up well.

There is a modern American flag in the dining room. Hanging from it are ribbons. I inquired. On 21 March 2000, this flag was flown over the US Capitol. This is to commemorate the massacre that occurred at the house on 21 March 1778. We have a flag that was flown over the Capitol on our wedding day. Each year, this flag is then flown at a different national park. It has flown at Independence Hall and at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, among other places. Next year it will fly at the Statue of Liberty. I think this is awesome! Because it is an organization, they are able to have this flag with a mission flown in these places. Alicia also showed me a photograph of a flag that the Hancock House has in its possession. There are images of two flags. One is an American flag with a circle of nine stars and 15 stripes. The other one . . . errr . . . I have forgotten. I hate getting old. I should have written it down. Anyhow, they have not been able to determine anything much about this flag. They hope to have it restored at some point.

I took one of the longer (but not the longest) paths home from here that allowed me to amble through the rest of Salem and western Cumberland Counties. I love it out this way. There was a lot of activity at Stow Creek, although I did not stop. I drove through Greenwich and got out at the Gibbon House and the tea burning memorial. There is so much history in this area. I didn’t have my historic house list with me so decided not to walk the town, but rather to head home. I also made my usual stop at the Stone School. I always feel like I need a photograph of the marker on the day I claim it, even though I have a gazillion photographs in my files of the same thing. ‘Twas originally going to be a stop on the Cumberland County Tour.

My excitement came to a quick end once I realized that my camera’s media was acting flakey and that most of the photographs I shot today were unusable. Grrr . . . even so, I was able to post two new shutterspots.