The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus
Yep, this is where we were anchored last night. It was a really inspiritional experience.
The trip up from Manasquan inlet was uneventful: passed many boats of many different types, getting bigger and bigger as we approached New York harbor.
The seas got quite rough as we turned for the Verazano bridge, and steering was a chore as they were directly from our stern, but we soon reached the Verazaanno Narrows bridge.
Coney Island!
And Manhattan!
After negotiating the upper harbor with all its trafic, we got to Liberty Park. A bottle of champagne seemed appropriate to celebrate John's birthday and our cozy historical anchorage. We could hear the trains running on the same tracks as those who carried millions of immigrants from this place to all parts of our nation.
We are now waiting for the tidal current of the Hudson to turn in our favor for our first day on that great river.
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