It was dreary and sprinkled rain most of the day on Saturday, but we decided that just kept the crowds off the High Line. And we loved walking the entire length of the restored train tracks in the drizzle. With views over the street and into the adjoining windows, the New York City High Line is a perfect window into the city.
And what a fascinating setting for a story. I mean, how can you not love a place with a history that documents the last freight carried:
1980-The last train runs on the High Line pulling three carloads of frozen turkeys.
Little boys especially, and maybe a few big ones, were captivated by the chaises on wheels. "Look, Mom, tinkertoys!"
Although not completely evident in this rain-soaked photo, the wheels did have a tinkertoy-ish look.
I can't wait to go back on a dryer day, take up residence on a comfy chaise and open my notebook. What a great place to write and to read.
The summer wildflowers have almost ended, but there will be more next summer. After all, who would dare tamper with the blossoms after reading the signs?