We boarded the ferry and headed out for the Statue of Liberty. I couldn't wait to see it but the weather was certainly less than ideal.
Grace and the Statue of Liberty. Nice view
Looking back at the city
Once we got to the island, the rain lightened up and we were only mildly uncomfortable. We dropped our bags in a locker and headed to the Crown. 377 steps later we, the Anseth family, were in the Crown of the Statue of Liberty. How many people from Choteau, Montana have been in the Crown??? This also kept the Anseth family streak alive, we have now climbed the stairs of several easily acessible family orientated national tourist attractions.
Grace and Katie with the original torch
The original torch
Inside the Statue with her spiral stairs
Ascending the 377 steps: determination, indifference, confusion and hope.
View of the tablet from the crown, through the only open window
Anseth family in the 👑
Selfie nation in the 👑
Up the inside, the math and engineering that were required for the creation of that Statue are amazing. Each plate only needs to support it own weight through an intricate system of bars, beams and saddle joints. Frederic Bartholdi really could work a slide rule.
These giant bolts that anchor the Statue to the base
Doors leading into the Statue of Liberty base
Happy family on the pedestal level at the Statue of Liberty. Will it last????
One World Trade in the ☁️ . TB this for you with my special big lens 😎
Finally, some picture of the Statue. With a little water on the lens
Lady Liberty
The Lady and the torch
Can you find the girls?
There they are!!!!
Everybody get in this photo.
The skyline during a break in the storm.
We boarded the ferry and headed back to Battery Park. By the time we exited the boat it was pouring again.
Cold, hunger, sad and some struggling to hold on we were very much like the first immigrants to our shores.
#thestruggleisreal. #ifonlywestfieldhadamallnearby
We pressed on hound by our Doubting Thomas; "I am cold", Where are we going, do you even know?" and "My feet hurt!!!". Despite these trials we found PJ Clarkes a shimmering oasis of salvation. After a 🍔, some mac and cheese and a few 🍻 we regrouped and agreed to press forward to the 9/11 museum.
We travelled through a futuristic tunnel from the mall and emerged near the 9/11 memorial and a blue sky.
The future is now
One World Trade Center
9/11 memorial
The girls at the 9/11 memorial
Another view of One World Trade Center
We went to the 9/11 museum at 4PM. Amazing, moving, heart breaking. I didn't have the desire to take a single picture. The lose of life is staggering, but so is the courage shown by first responders, the passengers on Flight 93 and many more. For me, the saddest moment was when a first responder was at a local NYC hospital, the staff apologized for ignoring her because they were preparing for more seriously injured patients. She turned to another first responder and said. "No one is coming". 9/11 is the only time in my life when I didn't think things were going to be alright. I remember laying in bed for 2-3 night wondering what it all meant for me, my wife, our family and our country. Hope does spring forth in a smile from my wife or the goofy looks my daughters give me. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. (See Shawshank)
After leaving the museum, the sky was still clear. We ascended to the 102 floor of One World Trade Center and its observation deck. Again another Anseth family streak continues paying for overprice views of metropolitan skylines and ascending skyscrapers in high speed elevators.
The views of NYC were fabulous.
Anseths at the top of One World Trade
Empire and Chrysler building
Empire State Building
The Chrysler building at night
Statue of Liberty from One World Trade. Look at the torch, it looks like it is burningWe wandered to a Shake Shack enjoyed a burger, shakes and maybe a 🍻. We the board the Subway and took the R train home.
Can you get us home, we are not street performers
What else could we do in NYC? Nobody knows
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