39° 50' 58.650" N / 74° 47' 43.230" W
Our stop at Camp Ockanickon was exceptionally brief— having just left Batsto Village in 100ºF temperatures, the two of us were just pummeled by the heat and only decided to veer over to this spot as it was en route to a zigzag path back home.
There's not much to report about the camp— it's a YMCA retreat, and despite its absolutely rad and rustic archway sign we truly had no business venturing in.
Did I mention it was also brutally hot this day?
I can't really hate on Ockanickon, though, as it took us to one of the most unique places of our entire journey— the nearby village of Medford Lakes. I thought I was having some sort of heat hallucination when we found ourselves driving into this absurdly quaint community in the Pinelands where every single structure is a log cabin. From homes, to a church, to a restaurant and shopping village, color me impressed (or just the required shade of dark brown)— this is definitely a one-of-a-kind place in our state, and certainly one I had never known about before our random pass-through.