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| It's Not Even 10 and We've Hit Our First Bar. We left Roney's and got ourselves on Rt. 70 and headed east. Warning: This is a long, arduous drive; one that starts out in civilization, and one that winds up in that part of New Jersey that is EXACTLY like Arkansas. Except there are possums and raccoons flattened in the road instead of armadillo.
I should note that 70 -- on both ends -- represents what most people outside NJ might think of those of us from New Jersey. Water on both ends
(the Atlantic on the east, the Delaware on the west), malls, Wal*Marts, pizza joints, traffic circles (which I love, okay?). There is a vast
sea of pine trees and sand in between, peppered heavily in the middle by bars, shooting ranges, military bases, gas stations and more bars.
Rt. 539 is very similar to Rt. 70, except it winds a bit more, and on the northwestern end, one begins to see glorious deciduous trees, farmland, and last I checked, a little shop touting
the best coffee. Last I checked, it was indeed the best coffee. It's somewhere near Cream Ridge/Upper Freehold, in case you're on a coffee quest.
Joe Bell's is one of those bars in the middle of the Pine Barrens, essentially at the juncture of Rt. 70 and Rt. 539. We didn't go in, but we stopped in the parking lot long enough to take the picture of Joe Bell's sign: *New Hours* Now Open Till We Close!! We thought we'd stop by a little later in the day, but sadly, we didn't get a chance to stop by. Perhaps when Brenda visits this summer, we'll make a stop at Joe Bell's.
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