Last night, I stayed at work a bit later than I expected. What that meant was, among other things, encountering less traffic than I usually see.
It also meant dealing with a change in the weather. In the morning, I rode to work in a drizzle that occasionally turned into rain. But, by the time night rolled around, a dense fog blanketed the city.
Normally, I can see the towers on the Queens spur of the RFK Memorial Bridge as soon as I make the turn from 132nd Street onto the Randall's Island Connector. At that point, the entrance to the RFK Bridge lane is about 1 3/4 miles, or about 3 kilometers, away.
Last night, though, I could not see the towers or cables until they were right in front of me--when I was in the lane.
When I reached the middle of the bridge, over the waters of Hell Gate (which I couldn't see), I looked back at the soccer field on the Randall's Island shore:
and ahead to the Queens side
My apartment is in there, somewhere!
It also meant dealing with a change in the weather. In the morning, I rode to work in a drizzle that occasionally turned into rain. But, by the time night rolled around, a dense fog blanketed the city.
Normally, I can see the towers on the Queens spur of the RFK Memorial Bridge as soon as I make the turn from 132nd Street onto the Randall's Island Connector. At that point, the entrance to the RFK Bridge lane is about 1 3/4 miles, or about 3 kilometers, away.
Last night, though, I could not see the towers or cables until they were right in front of me--when I was in the lane.
When I reached the middle of the bridge, over the waters of Hell Gate (which I couldn't see), I looked back at the soccer field on the Randall's Island shore:
and ahead to the Queens side
My apartment is in there, somewhere!
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