There's something fishy going on here LbNA # 7617
|Placed Date||May 1 2003|
THIS BOX IS MIA AND WILL BE REPLANTED IN THE FUTURE
I went to where my grandfather said was the first resort of it's kind. When I couldn't find it, I decided to ask one of the locals. He said that the town no longer exists.
I decided to ask another person that was walking by. She said by the description of the lighthouse I'd had given her, I was looking in the wrong area. She told me that it was about seven or eight miles Northwest of where I was
So I headed South on the town's main road going towards where she said it was. My mind started to drift and I missed the entrance to my left. By this time I was losing interest and said fuhgeddaboutit, and made the very next left. I came upon an old Indian burial site, one like I'd never seen before and the only one left undisturbed from the archaeologists. From there I went 22,862 feet at a hundred and seventy six degrees. I got out and admired the unique scenery.
Later on that day during my search for another location I wanted to visit before going home, I passed what seemed like seven of them, before getting to the one I wanted to see. I entered from the Southwest and found what would be
its eye. Under a long plank is the treasure you desire and that plank is 160 degrees from the green 127.
Planted by The Jersey Devil . . .