The High Line III
Anytime I hear or read that a bridge or railroad track is being decommissioned Iâ€™m hopeful that itâ€™ll be converted for recreational use, maybe a High Line type of park or something similar.
While weâ€™re not exactly lacking for parks here, I sometimes wish for a uniquely urban and â€˜recycledâ€™ park like the High Line â€“ itâ€™d be awesome!
I never miss a chance to go to the High Line when Iâ€™m in New York, itâ€™s become a bit of a ritual; I usually save it for the last day of my trip and force myself to relax in one of those slatted reclining benches and alternate between reading and people watching. Itâ€™s always a restful end to a whirlwind vacation.
Iâ€™ve been lucky, all the times Iâ€™ve been on the High Line itâ€™s been gorgeous and sunny, itâ€™s also been quite crowded, more so each year, but I donâ€™t mind the crowds, itâ€™s New York!
The park is about a mile long now, a good two mile walk to the end and back if a little hike sounds inspiring; it’s an elevated walk with amazing views of the city and the Hudson River, and a ton of art installations that are worth the walk.
This last time, my day ended with a quick bite from nearby Chelsea Market, next time I think I’ll just have a picnic at the park.