I love to walk the streets of New York City. Daaahling, I love you but give me Fifth Avenue. (Anybody else remember that old line? Old “Green Acres” song.)
Now I have a new favorite. The High Line. A public park on Manhattan’s Lower West Side, the park resurrects the old elevated train lines into a park filled with greenery, art and, from the looks of it, happy people.
New Yorkers did almost all of the work that
turned an out of date train track into a walking path high above the traffic, trash and busy-ness of Manhattan.
Now open for about eight years, the 1.45 mile long park is a place I want to visit again and again. There are places to sit, reminders of the old tracks, art to capture your attention, greenery to help you forget you’re in a gigantic city. Of course, there’s a little souvenir kiosk at the southern end as well as at 14th and 30th Streets.
While I was near the southern end at Gansevoort Street, I found myself looking out over the Hudson River to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty and beyond them, New Jersey. Water views will distract me every time. It was a nice way to end the southerly walk. Time then to turn around. Had to go back where we started. Nice.
Ⓒ Text and photos Mary K. Tilghman