HIGH (AND ACCESSIBLE) IN THE CITY
By Steve Wright
A fat bumblebee buzzes softly as it makes a lazy arc around the pink and violet-colored flowers, stopping to rest now and then. Perhaps he’s imitating us, or vice versa, as we take our sweet time to observe and meander along the path.
We’re not drowsy but relaxed and feeling very in tune with our wood, stone and iron surroundings. The breeze is gentle and sweet and the views, amazing. Even better is the fact that the wheelchair access is superb. We have not the least bit of anxiety about how we’ll make our way forward or back down to ground level.
We’ve not discovered some abandoned railroad trestle in the foothills of Utah’s canyon country nor are we exploring a covered bridge along the back roads of Vermont’s maple syrup region.
We are in the most intensely urban and dense location, quite possibly in all the world: New York City. We are walking along a path on the High Line.
When we prepped for our trip to New York, we made a list of “can’t miss” items: three course prix fixe meals at hot new dining spots, hunts for discount designer threads at funky consignment boutiques and browsing through the stacks at some of the best bookstores anywhere.
Wright has contributed stories about accessible architecture, urban travel and foreign adventure for more than a decade. Contact the Miami-based writer-photographer at stevewright64@yahoo.com
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