On
the ferry boat to liberty island. We got up early and barely caught
the first boat. We had been to the statue in 1973 but didn't make it
to the top because the lines were so long. Chris Dotson, Dad and I tried
again last March and missed again, so we were determined to make it
up.
Everyone
getting in line behind us. That Colorado hemoglobin served us well on
the race to the statue entrance.
This
is the original stained glass torch.
The
spiral staircase up the statue of liberty.
The
world trade towers and Manhattan skyline through the crown skylights.
We
ran to the top, and actually had it to ourselves for a few minutes. Someday
we'll get to the top of the arch in St. Louis (it was closed for repairs
when we tried in '73), then we will have been to the top of all of the
"important" US highpoints except Longs peak. We can bag that anytime.
The
views of Manhattan are great from the ferry.
They
have a full size replica of her foot in the museum, and you could tell
from the polish on the top that lots of people had use it as a bench.
On
the other side, We caught the subway to Shea Stadium for the first baseball
game of the day.
Shea
is notorious for being about two miles out and directly in the flight
path of La Guardia airport. We got lucky. After this plane landed, the
wind shifted and we didn't see another all afternoon.
Baseball
on a sunny afternoon in Brooklyn.
Then
back on the subway and back to the Bronx for a night game at Yankee
stadium.
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"The City" is only Manhattan, but the snob's boundries expand pretty fast when you start talking baseball.
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It's not new Camden yards, or Coors field, but Yankee Stadium does have all of those world championship flags to make up for its cast concrete construction.
A happy
man with a full tray.
A
happy man with a full mouth.
