Not PLSS but here is an old monument even for these parts. The boundary between Massachusetts and New Hampshire was in dispute for many years. This is a monument set as part of the Simeon Borden survey in 1834. You can still walk right over to it in a salt marsh. It is a copper bolt set in ledge.
Hack
Tommy,
The original I mentioned above was in Lucedale, Mississippi. I took pics. I'll try to send them to you.
Greg
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Funny. Need a emoticon on here for a 'Palm slap to the Forehead'.
Y'all remind me of some of those outfits I try and order stuff from that don't want to ship stuff to Alaska because they only ship to the United States. :woot:
Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't out to get me.
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or they say "Only in the continental US"!!
Last time I checked, we were on the same continent as the rest of the US (except Hawaii)
-JD-
I once found a 1917 GLO brass cap under the road bed. We had gotten a faint signal at the exact search location. I dug a 5" dia. hole in the AC and proceeded to dig. The signal got louder and louder, the deeper I got.
After I exceeded my arm length, I taped a bent spoon to a scale stick and kept going. Luckily the brass cap was centered in the hole and not an inch deeper.
I spent most of the afternoon laying on my belly working on that recovery. The PC must have thought it was pretty funny because he took a picture of me laying in the road. All I know is I was worn out when I was done.
I remember the PC wanted to go into town and "do calculations" where it was cooler. The only place to eat was the local bar. Everyone spoke Spanish and there was loud Hispanic music playing on the jukebox.
The PC ordered a face meat taco and a beer..the bartender asked what I wanted and I confidently told him the same....I was 16 or 17 at the time...bartender brought me a taco AND a beer. Man that tasted good and took the edge off the pain from the scratches on my arms and face.
Good memories.
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hermoso ambiente
As I read your post I could picture in my mind the lazy ceiling fan swirling slowly in the shady cantina. The smell of los alimentos cocinados permeates the air already full of sweat and beer.
A swamp cooler tries its best back in the corner by the mesa de billar. The back door to the alley is open and the sounds of children playing are interrupted by their mother's staccato instructions.
And that poor old jukebox with only half its light bulbs flickering still cranking out la música tradicional.
Cerveza caliente y tacos fríos can make a wonderful meal indeed. I think I know where I'm gonna spend some time this fall.....|-) ..sigh..