This time from Under The Bridge.

You hope going into something like this that you'll have support when you need it, but I've never really known what that meant until dealing with an actual serious medical issue. Support has come in many different forms from many people, and every single bit of it has been incredibly appreciated.

I also must say, I have kind of fallen in love with this neighborhood. I presume it's called Washington Heights because George was here at some point (the bridge name is another clue. Maybe he crossed the Hudson here on his way to the Delaware. I'm not sure why one would pick a spot where the land slopes down steeply for a couple of hundred feet down to the river, but what do I know about these things?

I already wrote a lot about my walk over the bridge, but today I walked under the bridge, which I have to say, is an even better walk in many ways. I'm only going to put one photo here

because the entire album is worth looking at. The above is cool and dramatic, but some of them are really beautiful. Here's the link. I'm going to be editing them for a while, but wanted to put them up there.

I've gone on a lot of great walks in my life, and this one was up with the best. Did you know there was a lighthouse under the bridge? How about tennis courts? And as you can see in the photo above, the river is right there, with ducks and geese and everything and it's this incredible mix of natural beauty and powerful infrastructure. All along the walk, the din is inescapable. Cars speeding up the Henry Hudson Parkway and 14 lanes of traffic across the bridge, even as the river side almost glows with natural beauty.

You can ride or walk up this path all the way from the lower tip of Manhattan. I got off at 181st Street, but the path continued and I've seen people walking or cycling all the way up to the northern tip.