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Walking the Line - The High Line

Adventure Tuesday

Cityscapes

A couple of weekends ago we slowly got ourselves ready for the day and thought about what we should do. I believe it’s easy to get blinded by all the different things a city like New York has to offer. Now, we aren’t the best people maybe to explore and find new areas in a city landscape, but we are working on it. So that morning a few weekends ago I said that I wanted to walk the High Line, because I have heard so much about it, from friends but also elsewhere. There are tons of articles online about “moving to New York”, “10 best things to do in New York” along with “how to cope with a too hot apartment in the wintertime”. The last one might be put into a blogpost later on, together with a ton of other things that can happen in an apartment in New York City. Anyway, walking the High Line seemed like an excellent idea and was a regular “attraction” on many “to do” lists. On top of that, we hadn’t been to any Trader Joes since we moved here, and there are couple of those on the more southern part of Manhattan, well, think mid- to southern part of Manhattan, and one very close to the end of the High Line (well the more northern end of the High Line).

A little bit of History

We actually didn’t walk all of the High Line. The southern end is around Washington St and Gansevoort St. We took the train south from where we live and got off around Lexington and 14th street and walked along 14th street through Chelsea Market before getting on the High Line. Chelsea Market that once was a National Biscuit Company was apparently greatly benefited by the construction of the High Line, which in many areas cut right through the buildings. All I knew about the High Line is that it used to be an old freight rail line that now has been converted to a nice park. It’s only 1.45 miles long, so extremely short. The neighborhoods surrounding that short stretch of rail line got together to save the rail line from demolition a few years back. It all started way back in the mid 1800’s when the railroad run by New York City Central Railroad was becoming a hazard to pedestrians, and by 1910 more than 500 people had been killed by the railroad. It wasn’t until 1924 when the idea of a elevated rail line came to the drawing table, but the very first train to go on these rails didn’t have its virgin trip in 1933. If you are interested in more of the history, but also pictures from the High Line when it was still in use by the freight line you can go to the webpage for the High Line.

Gardens and architecture

What really caught our attention was not the park itself with all the grasses and other plants (and sometimes even trees), but the architecture surrounding the actual High Line. I am not sure what we had hoped to find on the High Line, plantwise, but we were not that impressed. The design of the High Line itself is still very nice. The benches and boardwalks and the fencing are of a “flowy” design but it turns out that some of the design is a real hazard. We saw an elderly woman accidentally stumble on some of the design features on the ground as she was trying to take a perfect picture. Once I noticed that, it really struck me how inconvenient that part of the design really was, especially in an area like this where everyone wants to snap a picture. We of course do not do that great with crowded places but still managed to have a pretty good time. There seem to be a wide range of popularity of the actual High Line. Where we entered was fairly busy, and walking north suddenly became very crowded. But as with everything it always comes and goes in waves. The amount of people sometimes trickled down, and then suddenly increased again throughout the whole walk. The least people I think we encountered at the very end of the High Line. That part is not yet fully developed so maybe that was the reason for that.

Skyscrapers

Something that is pretty cool to watch are all these skyscrapers south of Central Park. The all are very eye catching, especially since they are most of the time reflective, and show you this lovely blue color on a sunny day, like the one we had.

Have you ever been to New York and walked the High Line? What did you think?

Chena River to Ridge

 

Adventure Tuesday

It takes a community to raise a child?

    As I have mentioned many times before, the community in Fairbanks is very supportive and everyone believes in you. There are many races in and around Fairbanks, by foot, bike, and ski, come summer come winter. Every summer there is this marathon called the Equinox. It's very famous in Fairbanks and everyone participates in one way or another. If you are not in the race, you are very likely to stand by the side of the trail watching it, handing drinks, baked goods or alike to the runners. There is another race in the winter time called "White mountains 100". Basically a 100 mile ski race in the white mountains. That is pretty hardcore. We went to see the start one year and it was so much fun to see everyone prepare before they departed. We have several friends who participate in this race almost every year. Such great spirit.

 
 

Ski Commute

    When W moved away from Alaska we had spent one winter in the new cabin. I actually can't remember how we transported us to work that winter. I do know for sure that the rest of the winters my main transportation was by ski. Biking works too, but the bike path by our cabin doesn't get plowed regularly and if you have ever biked through deep snow with a mountain bike you definitely know that it takes up all of your energy. Also, if you don't winterize the bike with this "winter fluid" and the temperatures drop to 40 below, the pedals wont catch and they just go around and around and you are standing still.

 
 

Ski training

    Sometime during the start of one winter I decided to sign up for a ski race. I thought it would be a cool thing to do, especially this one. It's basically up a ridge, along the ridge and then switchback turns to get back down in the end...on cross-country skis. They recommend that you have some type of expertise in cross-country skiing before you sign up. To increase my milage before the race I mostly skied during lunch break and also to and from work. In the evenings, instead of skiing straight home, I skied on all the various trails we have to add up the mileage. The actual ski race was in mid March, and after Christmas happened you could definitely tell that the afternoons and evenings got lighter and lighter, to my advantage because as you might know, I am terrified of the moose. I also skied with a backpack, after all, I am a newbie and I want to bring an extra down jacket, base layers socks...and my camera. This race is completely unsupported, well aside from one aid station at mile 14 (22km).

 
 

Racing?

    My goal for this race was not to win, obviously, but to make it. I can ski fast, well not that fast but a pretty decent pace. But I rather ski less fast, so I don't sweat, and I love to take pictures. So not surprisingly, I was the last person to finish the 25 mile race, but that is ok, because at least I made it, and that was my goal. After the fact I also realized that hey, I just did my first marathon, ever, but on skis. I haven't even run a marathon. 

 
 

Race day

    When I woke up the  morning of the race the first thing I did was to check the temperatures. And it was not looking good, well i had already checked the weather forecast and waxed my skis accordingly. Come race day the temperature read -26F, that is -32C. Great. But I am used to skiing in cold weather so in reality it wasn't really a big deal. 

 
 

The ridge

    As the sun rose it casted its warm rays on my face and I forgot about how cold it was. These trails are snowmachine trails, so not really the type of ski trails that you might encounter in a more "normal" ski race. I think i smiled the whole way, well, until the end. I accidentally took a wrong turn and wasted some extra time trying to figure out where to go next, the downside of skiing solo in a small race, you are on your own. Overall the skiing was pretty good. Once you got up on the ridge the views were amazing, and you definitely understood why they want you to have done some technical skiing before hand. And yes, the switch back turns they talked about, yeah they were definitely 90 degree turns going down. It was fast and if you didn't turn, well, hopefully a tree would catch you before falling down the side of the ridge.

 
 

    Have you ever done something that felt out of your league?

In the Rearview Mirror pt.4

 

Flashback Friday

    My flashback Friday kind of disappeared last week, mostly because I was upset on so many different levels because of what is currently going on in the US. I'll talk more about that in another post, but if you are interested in some of my posts and my views you can check them out below: 

 
 

    Even though we started off on pretty good terms with the fall season by attending yet another wedding (in Florida none the least), fall quickly turned into a pretty dark ordeal for me. There were certainly many good times, but also my mom passed away in November, so we went to Sweden. What happened afterwards is apparently pretty common when someone close to you die, families tear apart a bit, and without going into more detail our family is not as close as we once were. Either way, Christmas came along and we had a wonderful time in Bozeman, MT. It's weird because I had been thinking about maybe, just maybe going back to Sweden for Christmas, I know that mom really wanted us to, but we didn't. We finished off December by going on a pretty adventurous cabin trip and also a trip to Yellowstone. 

October

    October started off good, but the temperatures, can we talk about the temperatures. 66F in October, incredible! You could definitely see some color changes on the trees though, it appears that fall in Wisconsin is very beautiful too. Im learning to appreciate our neighborhood, and there are these super pretty streets all around town, and sometimes you see pretty unexpected things, like the picture of Greta Garbo, just like that, hanging on a wall along one of the streets. When we went to Florida we actually went through 6 different states, including Wisconsin and Florida. We drove to Chicago which is in Illinois, and took the plane to New Orleans in Louisiana. Then drove through Mississippi, and Alabama before we finally reached Florida. Of course we tried fried alligator in New Orleans. Then Halloween happened and all of a sudden October was over. 

 
 

November

    November was pretty warm too, I mean compared to Fairbanks :) We had some beautiful mornings and evenings with magical light. When mom died I received so many cards, and flowers from people and W was doing his best to keep me from falling apart. He made sushi for me, we had mussels, twice in a week! I kept myself busy at work, and we went hiking. At the end of November we traveled to Sweden and had some wonderful days there too, even though parts of the trip was completely horrible. Dad took us to the opera to see the Swedish take on the Nutcracker, and it was the first time W got to spend time in the same lounge area as the king and queen usually does, he was impressed! 

    A family friend wrote this beautiful text about my mom, in Swedish:

Du, min vän i livet.
Du var en av de som såg mig, som tog till sig av saker jag sa.
En av de som gav mig trygghet. 
En av de som alltid ställde upp.
En av de som alltid svarade i telefonen när som helst.
Du har lyssnat när jag sjungit,
Du har läst mina dikter,
Du har berömt mig när jag ritat och skissat,
Jag har varit vaken sent på kvällar då vi setts och suttit och pratat om ditt och datt, om allt möjligt. 
När jag var hos dig som yngre fick jag alltid oboy, det var innan jag började dricka kaffe. 
Senast vi sågs drack jag vin, man kan säga att tiden gått sen jag var liten.
Jag vet att du alltid trott på mig, 
De har du även visat.
På midsommar ett år utnämnde jag dig som "extramamma", den titeln har stått kvar sedan dess.
Vi har skrattat, vi har gråtit, vi har haft många fina stunder.
Nu är det minnen, 
Minnen jag bär med mig för resten av livet,
Det kommer bli tungt utan både dig och bullpojken,
Idag både nynnar och sjunger jag
"Här Rosemarie, syns blåa Nämdöfjärden",
En av de sånger jag minns och tänker på dig. 
Jag älskar dig Rosie❤️

 
 

December

    Moms funeral was December 2nd, and after that I had yet another week in Stockholm. My mom used to work at the open air museum Skansen before she retired, and we went there with dad. After W left I was cleaning out all my boxes I still had at home, old boxes with lots of memories from the best of friends. Then I flew back to my new home, over here in the US. There are still so many things I have at home in Sweden, and I have no clue how I am suppose to get everything over here, time will tell. Madison got really cold in December, we had quite a few days of below 0 F. We left for Bozeman on Christmas day, and had a great time there. Skiing, skiing, skiing. We also went to Yellowstone, of course, and did some skiing there as well. 

 
 

    How was the last quarter of the year for you?