Greetings from the greeny, green-ness of Southern New Jersey

Not my picture, but I swear I've seen these sheep seven times already in the last 24hrs. 

Not my picture, but I swear I've seen these sheep seven times already in the last 24hrs. 

I'm in New Jersey, visiting with a client for the next couple days. I flew into Philadelphia last night, got a rental car and drove an hour into New Jersey. Now, I'm not an expert on the Northeast, but I always thought that New Jersey was filled with lots of factory towns, or at least urban in the way that any place within an hour of the Holland Tunnel could expected to be.

Nope. My client's office is in Hamilton Township, a short distance from Princeton University, tucked away among a small copse of trees. Most establishments seemed to be somehow swallowed among the various forests. There may be an actual town near my hotel, but I'm pretty convinced that between the ever-expanding treeline and grazing animals, the only people around not involved in maintaining the New Jersey turnpike are probably gnomes.