New York, New York
December 4, 2003
Of course, I chose the coldest and windiest day since May (it was now the 10th October) to amble up the beach on the south side of the peninsula. It was quiet and beautiful; I recommend it to anyone on a sunny fall day – it was just me and a few fishermen. I tried to reach the end and kept saying to myself, ‘It must be just round this bend, it would be silly not to go back now.’ Three miles up a lone police officer stopped me, shivering (me, not him), and asked what I was doing. He told me I was crazy -- I had miles to go -- and then drove off; he didn't even offer me a lift to on the back of his bike. Mental note: next time, trust your memory of the accuracy of subway maps and bring a bicycle/SUV.
From journal Wishful Thinking in New York : An insider's guide