A trip to the Pine Barrens has the feel of a vacation destination - hot, biting insects, fierce sun, lots of driving, a teething baby who hasn't slept well (parents neither), rear driver's side door unopenable, and it's absolutely different than the land around our Sourlands home.
My son deserves a tip of the sun bonnet for being a patient child - unfortunately, the noisy-havin' a good time campers at the White's Bog pond woke him up after too short a nap. Our guide also deserves a bow for showing us so many lovely sites.
Here's some of what I saw (when I wasn't Keeping Baby in the Shade, Nursing, or Tired of Passing Baby Over the Seats and Climbing Over the Seats):
Some roadside sightings:
I've seen this only once before - at the Tannersville Bog in Pennsylvania
Also called Pine Barren sandwort, which describes it's habitat somewhat redundantly. We'll stick with the local color, and call it Sparkle, which describes its character.
Along cranberry bog banks:
Adjacent to this plant, our guide pointed out the area crushed down by the previous photographer.