Perfect Circle Letterboxing Guild
Box #26: Two Battles
Location: Somewhere in New Jersey
Placed: 03/29/2002
Difficulty: 2/5 stars; A half hour of easy walking. Some very small
hills.
Clue page: http://www.pcdx.com/pclg/clue26.htm

Let me tell you about a dream I had. It seemed so realyou know how dreams =

can sometimes be more real than reality itself. I suddenly felt so lost, so=

displaced. I could sense that something was missing, something precious and=

its memory was fading. Something in my dream led me to recapture that fond =

memory that has been lost since 1971.

To do so, I was to begin in the parking lot, facing the Visitors' Center en=
trance
and take the Southern Path.

So, let me finish telling you my dream. It's all coming back to me now. Las=
t
night I took a walk after dark to a swinging place...that's where the girls=
are.
The girl I sat beside was awful cute, and when I could, I gave that girl a =
hug.
We ate and ate at a hot dog stand and we danced around to a rockin' band...=
.

Come with me now. Pass the Gun Battery...the Soldiers' Hut and Campsite and=

at FL-36, continue South.

At the next Battery, climb through the third opening. The trail is straight=

ahead; follow it with the water on your left.

And then the dream took an awful turn. A giant earth altering monster,
Winston Cente.... oh I can't even bear to finish the name, came and stood h=
is
ground against Irving Rosenthal and contracted to mark this spot forever. T=
he
music and laughter and cries of joy were slowly fading into the hiss of
rushing traffic. Now, I stood here at this convergence, this intersection o=
f
past and present, where my memories turned to stone,...

The trail retreats to the North. Follow it and step over Wilbur, who was he=
re
last in 1975.

Continue North East on the hardtop

Before the familiar campsite, go Left at the fork, to the Slate and Wood Wa=
ll
and behind it.

Everything had been swept away in a torrent, memories flying about like dus=
t,
landing everywhere. In a surrealistic whoosh, I too was swept away from the=

not so distant past, to the present and this place that had witnessed the s=
tart
of the famous retreat through New Jersey in November 1776.

The hard top ends and you continue with the traffic below you on the left.

You've come down almost to street level, but are climbing again.

As the trail climbs, it turns East.

With large rocks ahead, at the Y, take the path at 30 degrees.

Thinking back, during my dream, other than their somewhat geographic
proximity the connection between the two places escaped me,. Then I realize=
d,
they had both hosted battles; a battle of lives changing even as the land's=
use
changed, the other indicating a crucial location in the history of a people=

striving to be free. But, I wasn't dreaming now. . .

To confirm your location, at 14 paces observe the Big V at 115 degrees.
Nearby, it looks like someone had a very big drill.

At the next pit, you will have an angle as to where the memory you seek lan=
ded
and you will make the connection between the two battlefields that I made i=
n
my dream. Victoriously, you will re-claim the name that was and always will=

be synonymous with the joy and thrills that had been lost. If you listen
carefully for the bygone voices, through the awful traffic's din, you'll he=
ar it
again: Last night I took a walk after dark, . . .A swingin' place . . .To h=
ave some
fun and see what I could see. You, too, will keep its memory alive in your =

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