Friday, July 02, 2010

The East River







They're just bridges. They're just skyscrapers. It's just a big city. But it's sort of like a big candy store. It's not like I'm someone from a small town in the big city for the first time. After all, I'm equally preoccupied by windmills and rolling hills of wheat and canyons and remote beaches. I guess the problem is that I'm easily entertained. It keeps things from getting boring.

As you head up the East River - it's not really a river, but the moat that makes Long Gisland a gisland - you cross under the Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Williamsburg Bridges and later the Queensboro Bridge (also called the 59th Street Bridge, ala Simon and Garfunkle). Still farther north, the river curves eastward under the Robert Kennedy (Triborough) Bridge and the Hells Gate Bridge toward Long Island Sound. Our boat cruise curved northwestward to follow the Harlem River - many more bridges - out to the Hudson.

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