Green-wich-way-do-I-go?

Greenwich, New Jersey… not to confuse it with Greenwich Village in NY.

We are on vacation - Todd likes to take pictures -  I like quaint historical sites.

Greenwich, NJ was on a Southern NJ website claiming to be a 'must see' location.

I checked out the Greenwich website and it looked like it would suit both of us and it was a place we've never been to. There were photos of landscape, a general store and colonial houses. The description of the history behind Greenwich sounded perfect.  It even boasted of an event similar to the Boston Tea Party.

Greenwich was a huge HUGE disappointment.
It took us an hour and half to get there. We were out in God's country.  Our GPS dumped us in the middle of know where, with miles and miles of fields and no civilization. The GPS said we'd arrive and "have to walk to our final destination". Seriously!?! We were lost with no cell reception.

We had no idea which way to go.
We guessed.
After a few miles and a few turns we found the "village".
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The general store had been closed for over a year.

The 'colonial houses' belonged to occupied residents.

The site of the 'burning of the tea' was a monument enclosed in a small fenced in area.

HIGHLIGHT OF THE TRIP:

Two girls selling lemonade.

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We stopped - bought lemonade and cookies - and asked if there was anything to do or see in Greenwich.

The girls told us about a restaurant called "The Bait Box".

The Bait Box had the most horrible food I had ever tasted.

I took one sip of the French Onion Soup and spit it out.

While trying to navigate home, we found a bay.  It was your ordinary bay - with huge flies that bit up our arms and legs!

Someone, however, must have enjoyed the bay.

It sure wasn't us!

On our way home, we saw a huge eagles nest. It was empty.  I think the eagle didn't like the Greenwich either.

On our way home, we had to navigate through some downed trees.

We couldn't wait to get of of Greenwich!!