Saturday, February 5, 2022

Hike #102; Belvidere/Riverton to Oxford

 Hike #102

The group at the end of the hike, Oxford Lake

Hike 102

 

8/6/3

 

For this one, I decided to change the route of the hike I had originally done from Sarepta

south through Belvidere. It seemed more fitting that when I hike the Bel Del, that we start

at Manunka Chunk and head south, and that the hike through Belvidere should start at the

Tekening Preserve, an indian word meaning “In the Woods” just across the river in

Riverton PA, and owned by the Pennsylvania Power and Light company. We left a car in

Oxford and headed to Riverton and the Tekening Preserve. Joining this time were Tea

Biscuit, Rich N, and Toolbox.

Power plant near Riverton PA

Rock outcrop in Tekening Preserve

Delaware River and Foul Rift from Tekening Preserve

Riverton, PA

Delaware view from the Belvidere/Riverton Bridge

Flooded Pequest River, Belvidere

Pequest trestle in Belvidere

Along the former LHR railroad, Belvidere

Pophandusing brook LHR bridge in Belvidere

Pophandusing Brook, Belvidere

LHR railroad bed, heading toward Bridgeville

LHR rail bed heading toward Bridgeville

We followed a loop trail, which first used old farm roads, and then became more narrow,

taking us across a couple fields, and then along a hillside well above the Delaware.

Through this area were a great deal of berries we could eat. We continued through mixed

hardwood forests, following the trail furthest to the right, soon passing some very large

rock outcroppings. As we continued, we soon reached a road right next to the Martin’s

Creek PPL place, very close to the large eerie looking cooling towers. This is a lesser used

lot, so were were able to get maps here whenever the map box closest to Riverton.

The trail ended here, so we had to turn back to take the next fork of the trail, which

passed through more rock outcroppings on it’s way down to the Delaware River, which it

followed upstream for some time, with some terrific views. The trail got wider the further

we went. It’s obvious the trail is more well used as we got closer to the main road access.

It turned into a woods road before turning back toward the parking lot. The rocks along

this portion of the Delaware, called Foul Rift, is one of the most dangerous parts of the

river. In colonial times, it was considered un-navigable, and in the 1700s, a General Hoops

blasted away some rock in the river, and had metal rings places in the rocks along the

shores to help boats pull themselves up the rapid filled waters.

When we reached the parking lot, we walked the road back to the Riverton Bridge. It

was funny to find a sign in someone’s back yard that pointed out America to the west, and

New Jersey to the east. While it may be funny to read at times, it is little known that, at

this time anyway, NJ was considered 49.9 percent forest, and that is not county farms,

wetlands, and other open space!

We crossed the old Riverton Bridge, which was opened 100 years earlier, during an

annual festival (the predecescor of Warren County’s Famer’s Fair). I told everyone the

story of how when the bridge was open, the local garbage man by the name of Murphy

dove off the top truss of the bridge as a publicity stunt, taking bets that he would not

crack his head. He of course did’nt, knowing the river better than anyone else. It turned

into a yearly event. This bridge was built on the site of an earlier covered bridge.

We crossed, and entered Belvidere. We walked along the Pequest River, soon reaching

the Bel Del Railroad Trestle, which I tried to climb a pier on, and Tea Biscuit and I tried

climbing around a pier over the water.

Corn fields along the former LHR rail bed, Bridgeville

We stopped in at Skoogy’s Deli before heading down the Bel Del, and I tried to get Tea

Biscuit to make his proclimation that he’s a nudist, which he did but seemed more

embarrassed to do this time.

We crossed my grandfather’s lot and the old creamery property in Belvidere, making our

way to the Bel Del south to the L&HR grade. When we continued on to the Pophandusing

Brook crossing, Rich and I climbed down and walked through the creek a bit, which was

flowing particularly high.

As we made our way through the new age restricted community on the new walking

paths, I believe it was this time we talked to an older couple in their yard about my hikes.

They were very friendly and gave us more water before we moved on.

Bridgeville bridge

We soon headed to the L&HR right of way heading toward Bridgeville, through the

woods and into the fields, now growing high corn on the north and some kind of hay to

the south. When we got near Rt 519, we had to walk through the high corn fields to get to

the road.

We headed down the road to stop at the Bagelsmith in Bridgeville, but on the way played

around in the river. I jumped in and sat down, but the current was so strong it swept me

downstream from the stone arch bridge to the first island! I was able to get myself out of

the bad current and to the shore, fortunitely.

Bridgeville bridge

Muscle shot on the Bridgeville Bridge...

We made the turn down Titman Road to Edison Road, and climbed around on the old

bridge over the Pequest. We headed up the right of way, and followed it across the deck

girder bridge over the Pequest near Hot Dog Johnny’s. I told everyone about the Eel Rack

spots on the river which consisted of piles of stones out to the center of a river where they

would have a box to catch them.

Titman ave

Old Edison Road bridge, Bridgeville

Old signal tower along the LHR, Buttsville

Oxford NJ

Oxford Furnace

We continued on through Buttsville, out to Pequest where we climbed up an ATV trail to

the Furnace Railroad right of way, which we followed back out to the DL&W using the

northbound connector track right of way. We continued through Pequest Cut and north to

Oxford, where we diverted from the DL&W to Shippen Manor. We walked around a bit

there, then headed down to the old Furnace, which had recently been restored a bit more.

Oxford Furnace was the first hot blast furnace in the United States.

We continued up the road to Oxford Lake, where I was planning to swim for a while, but

none of the guys wanted to pay to go in. The lake’s waters were surprisingly higher than

usual, but we ran into the water at the boat launch anyway.

 

PICS: Here's where you can see all of them from this hike...feel free to steal them to use on facebook...

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