High Line NYC


by grace on December 22, 2019

finally, some photos from the trip mom and i took to new york. it started inauspiciously…on Monday dec. 9th we drove down to Lambert airport in St. Louis and our plane was delayed for three hours. we sat around for a very long while and both felt crazed by the time we finally boarded.

the Southwest flight was full, so i sat in the middle next to mom, who was at the window. luckily the girl who sat on the aisle was skinny, but i still felt hemmed in.

when we arrived at La Guardia we then had to walk approximately 4.5 million miles to what we thought was a taxi stand, but no. they’ve been revamping the airport for three years and have two left til completion. So instead of walking out the door getting into a taxi, we finally walked to a long line, which we stood in for about a half hour. they then herded us onto a bus and piled our suitcases in a giant mountain on the racks in the middle of the bus. we had to stand up which was ok because we’d been sitting down for so long, but when the bus arrived at the out-of-airport taxi place, nobody was there to help us get our suitcases down and a woman bonked me in the head with hers. didn’t apologize.

welcome to new york.

but we finally got a taxi and it was a painless journey to our air b&b in Brooklyn.

It was a lovely place, an apartment in a four-plex, and i don’t know why i didn’t take any photos. The landlords met us to let us in and were lovely and gracious. It had two bedrooms, a big kitchen, nice living room with comfy furniture and a giant TV.

And the thing is, in all the times i’ve visited new york, either staying in Manhattan or Brooklyn with Bev’s daughter Erin, there was always noise at night. Sirens, traffic, hubbub. City noise. But this place was totally silent. really great.

We got up late and walked three short blocks to the subway. here’s mom, about to get on her one of many, many subway rides.

We took the subway to the South Street Seaport and got half-price tickets to see the Rockettes at the 5:00 show.

We got on another subway to go to the Whitney Museum because we’d both seen a fabulous photo of some beaded exhibit.

There weren’t a lot of people in the neighborhood on the lower west side and we walked and walked…and the Whitney was closed.


How did I not look that up? I figured that museums are closed on monday.

Oh well, we did find a nice little diner called Hector’s Cafe nearby to have lunch. I got rice & beans and mom had lentil soup, and we shared a giant roast beef sandwich.

We were right at the start of the High Line par, so we decided to walk on it. I’d only been there in summer when it was boiling hot and crowded with tourists. It had been raining that day but the weather wasn’t bad, and there weren’t nearly as many other people.

This is the spot where Keenan Thompson on Saturday Night Live was standing in the opening credits. I realized this the first time I was on the High Line, and i tried to look at the opening so i could see him there again but i there’s a different opening now. Oh well, it was neat to be there except we couldn’t sit on the steps because they were covered with water.

It was still so green! and there were many new buildings.

This apartment looks like it’s straight out of the Jetsons. Totally new since i was there before. The sculptures are by some famous artist who mom knew all about.

And that crazy building in the center, which mom said reminds her of giant pillows, is called The Shed and just opened in April. There’s lots and lots of info on it on wikipedia and i got tired of reading it all. basically, it’s a “cultural center,” but the building is called the Bloomberg building because Bloomberg donated $75 million for the construction of the $550 million place. The man has lots of money.

And this is the crazy tower just north of the Bloomberg building; it’s just for walking up! It’s called the Vessel. i really wanted to walk up it but we’d already walked a lot. you go up stairs and then back down a little, on and on til you get to the top and i’m sure the view is fantastic. maybe next time. Again, lots of web info about it if you’re interested. You have to get a free ticket in order to walk up. their website says it has “almost” 2,500 steps, but i feel that somebody who was walking all the way up anyway could have counted to see exactly how many. i’m just saying.

More photos to come…

ok then,

mrs. xmas is really coming right up, isn’t it? hughes.


the nice thing about disembarking from the Queen Mary is that it’s fast and efficient.  we walked to our assigned place for disembarking…it was the Winter Garden again.  Our scheduled departure was 9:50, but when we got that at 9:30, they started herding us out!  we stood in a huge customs line once we were in the terminal, but then got called out of line and into a tiny little line because we’re American!  yaaay for being american!

We climbed into a cab, and he was a speedy driver who knew what he was doing, and soon we were buzzing up the west side, and got to Penn Station by 11:00!  amazing.  we found an elevator to get down to the main level – we’d had to try to maneuver up the escalator with our too many bags when we’d arrived in NYC on the way to wales.

We dropped all our bags at the Amtrak lounge and walked over to the High Line, a relatively new park in NYC.  the first part of it was opened in 2009, and the final section in 2014.  here’s what wikipedia sums up about it:

The High Line is a 1.45-mile-long New York City linear park built in Manhattan on an elevated section of a disused New York Central Railroad spur called the West Side Line.

it was kind of cool, and here’s kevin, before we started encountering masses of people.


on the left is a cool part on top of the street – there are steps on it that you can sit on, and watch the traffic go underneath you.  there’s a clip on the “saturday night live” opening of one of the guys in the show hanging out there.  we didn’t see him.


this gives you a better idea of all the people, and there were even more as we continued to walk.


the view from the steps.


it was a hot day, and got hotter, and we walked around a while and stopped into a vintage poster shop because they had a poster in the window of a vintage “grace line” ship poster.  it was $900.  we didn’t buy it.

more walking, more heat…we just wanted to get on that train!  we got a delicious burger a some outside food happening near penn station, then went inside and relaxed til our train started boarding.  we were happy that this time we’d checked our bags all the way to springfield, so we didn’t have to deal with them.

we got into our tiny cabin, and this fabulous pick was resting there.  i just saw it in my bedroom the other day, because i took it home.


the train pulled out of the station, i think it was about 3:30, whoo hoo!  but after about ten minutes it stopped. and then they had to pull it back to the station!  i don’t know what was wrong with it.  we decided to go to dinner even though i wasn’t hungry at all, because the train was full and the train steward said there would be a stampede for the dining car later.

the power went out a couple of times as we ate, but our waiter was prepared and gave us a glow stick.


a little less fancy dinner than those on the queen mary!  dessert was no-sugar vanilla pudding.

we were still sitting in the tunnel, mind you, but the train finally started moving at six.

we passed the scenic Hudson River, and there were lots of people out enjoying the day, and i realized it was Labor Day weekend (only because i saw it on the news).

we went to bed very early.

when we got up on saturday, i realized that we were three and a half hours behind schedule – there seemed to be no chance that we’d make our 1:45 train from chicago home to springfield.

i wonder why i took this photo?  maybe because i was thinking about all the beauty we’d seen, and how ugly this place was.


ditto this…this is when we were heading into chicago, i believe.


and now, sitting here exactly 364 days after we left for our trip last year, i can’t even remember what happened when we got back to chicago.  i think we just sat in the sleeper car lounge and hung out for a while.  ate some food.

here’s the last picture from that day, the clock on the wall says 9:40, relaxing with a glass of wine and Winne, who was glad we were home.


later in the evening, winnie was happy to move to kevin’s lap.


and the next morning things were back to normal, with lester trying to relax as usual.


whew.  i can’t believe it was so long ago, i can’t believe this is the final posting, i can’t believe i actually finished posting before a year passed, but also can’t believe that it’s taken me this long.

in my journal on the last day, i wrote that i’d love to go back and walk other parts of the coast path.  i know it’s supposed to get more challenging the farther north you go, but i did manage to survive many up and downhills.  we could do it, and it’d be fun.

but then there are also so many other places we could go…

we’ll just have to see.  and i’ll have to start planning.

ok then,

mrs. finally finished posting about wales which was an entire year ago hughes.