Brooklyn Bridge

It was getting darker and darker .. so I headed North out of Brooklyn


Towards the Brooklyn Bridge


I joined the queue to pay the toll .. noticing the Stars and Stripes flying at half mast, to remind everyone of the tragedy of 9/11.  The weather was dark, grey and miserable .. perhaps fitting, at that time, for my first ever visit to New York, a city still in mourning in the wake of all the misery and suffering. I don't think anyone could have forgotten those terrible events which happened only a year earlier. I vowed to visit the site on my return journey.

Heading North towards Lake Placid, I soon turned off the main highway to find my accommodation for the night
in a pleasant little town amongst the forests, which stretched for miles as far as the eye could see.