Cold Spring

Fifty-five miles up the Hudson River is the picturesque hamlet of Cold Spring.

Fifty-five miles up the Hudson River is the picturesque hamlet of Cold Spring.

It’s rumored the great George Washington himself tasted the water from a well at the lower end of town and pronounced, “It’s cold”. Hence, the origin of the name. Even back then–public figures were over scrutinized by the press!

As I left Manhattan, I happily checked another item off the bucket list – I finally visited Harlem. I was pleased to discover it’s nothing like how Hollywood depicts it. The neighborhoods were clean and felt secure. People of every age and color went about their business in the streets. It felt like a community…like the village –- maybe we should call it NOVI –– North Village.

I followed 5th Avenue to where it met the Harlem River, then headed west down 135th Street until the eastern tower of the George Washington Bridge appeared above the four story walk ups along Amsterdam Avenue. I zigged and zagged through sun drenched streets until I reached the bridge. Then crossed over the superior vena cava of our country – the beautiful Hudson River.

CabinThe imagery of concrete and bricks dissolves quickly once on the other side. Dense stands of trees and outcrops of chocolate colored stone frame the roadside.

I’m heading north to cousin Jimmy’s, my mother’s late sister’s son, who’s tucked away in the hills behind Cold Spring. He and his family own a cabin built on the grounds of an old estate, which once belong to the man who invented the Globe Meat Slicer. He developed the property with an idealistic Norwegian community in mind. The cabins are so charming it’d be no surprise to see Hansel & Gretel wondering about.

We had a wonderful few days and happy to catch up on each others lives. I got to see my little cousin, Jamie – who is no longer so little anymore – do what she really loves…ride horses.

Jamies-Ride

New York, New York

It’s a fair assessment to call these Goliath projects a global collaboration, when thinking about the diversity of the men who built them. Poles, Italians, Germans, Irish –– only one step, or less, removed from their nations of origin. All here by their own free will, in the country with the most colorful tapestry in the world –– America.

Maryland, Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York – the I-95 runs through them like a thread does a quilt.

The history that has played out on the soil beneath the wheels of my motorcycle fills volumes of books  on shelves in libraries. The scenery, largely unchanged, still tells the tale. The long stretch of wilderness between Baltimore and Newark finally succumb to the massive man made achievements of Delaware and Philly.

It’s nearly symbolic, the Girard Point Bridge, that carries you skyward over the Schuylkill River on a lattice framework of blue steel. Then the highway passes through an ancient stone buttress, resembling the gateway of a medieval city – Philadelphia! The cor libertas of America.

It’s fair referring to these Goliath urban projects as global collaborations, when thinking about the diversity of men who built them. Poles, Italians, Germans, Irish –– one step removed from their nations of origin. Here by their steadfast will, gratefully adding their skills into making the most colorful tapestry in the world.

pano-New YorkI love the web! By using kayak.com I book a room at the Sheraton on Time’s Square for $110 a night.

Here, I’ll fall behind on the blog – but how can I not – New York is just outside the door!

I first explore from the south end of the park to the lower west side: The banks of the Hudson, Chelsea, the Park on the El, and the new Freedom Tower. Then I rode up to Harlem and visited the Met. I had a Manhattan in the Rainbow Room, a place my dad worked when in college, and I made a thorough sampling of pizzas by the slice….OK, maybe I had two.

Rocking-New-York
We gained enough momentum to get the whole island swinging.

I had a great time in New York. The people were friendly and the city was clean and I felt safe.

I had the chance to visit my cousin, Paula, at Skadden.

And I wandered aimlessly enjoying having time on my feet.