the forest and empty spaces of new jersey are vast. and often empty of everything but legend. you live here if you like a quieter life of not being messed with. 1.2 million acres of atlantic cedar, swampland, forests. it goes on and on, seemingly, at times forever. it's easy to get lost. ♪ >> when i was a kid, as we passed through the pain barrens on the way to the shore, we joked about the strange, possibly inbred tribes of people who lived there, somewhere between the trees. that was what we believed, anyway. paul evans, peterson, jeweler, musician, author, and proud