I had a free afternoon, so I took a long train ride uptown and set out on my quest of scootering across my first state border.
Well, I did it.
The bridge was actually pretty easy to cross. It was very long, but pretty flat. Nothing compared to the mountainous Queensboro bridge in my neck of the woods. Once I got to Jersey I cheered and smiled and asked myself, "what the hell do I do now?" I saw an entrance to a trail leading into a patch of forest nearby, so that answered my question.
I hiked a little bit through the woods and ended up on the edge of a respectably massive cliff overlooking the river. It occurred to me at that point that this place was pretty special. I continued my hike along this cliff, down some cool rocky steps to a paved road, then down the road (which may have been the best downhill ride I have ever experienced)to the riverbank. I made a pit stop at a man-made peninsula park then followed a new path along the river.
I'm happy to see all these women outside playing, but they left me questioning. What in the world were they looking for? Maybe Jersey has shallow, undiscovered gold mines. Another thing I noticed was that every single one of these ladies was Asian. I don't know what to make of that. All I know is I want in.
That sounds very productive. I wonder what lies out there in the other states.
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