It was rainy. And windy. Wet. Cold. Not comfortable in the cockpit at all. We couldn’t keep the wind and rain out with the usual flaps – all of them had to be folded away as it was too dangerous to impede the view.
Even though it was so uncomfortable up top, I couldn’t stay away. New York was too fascinating. So many high rises. Beautiful bridges. Metal latticework up concrete bastions, keeping the arteries of NY flowing. One bridge split in the normal way to let us through. Another actually allowed the whole middle span to ride up two symmetrical escalators at the ends. So surprisingly ingenious!
The high-rises all compete with one another to be unique, different. One remarkable building has twin towers of which the one twin slants in to connect with the other midway, then angles out to the sky again. . . . ? Doesn’t look safe, that one.
Oh there it is! The Statue of Liberty. Way small in the distance.
Determined to get up real close, we nearly wrote off the boat as we crossed the heavy traffic lane. Every Tom Dick and Harry seems to operate a ferry that visits this all important statue. They just happened to be faster and bigger and more dangerous than little Shang Du.
The photos speak for themselves. We now have proof. We did it. We actually sailed into the . . . most filmed city in the world!
New York, New York, here we come!