New York, New York. That's right. THE city. You may be thinking, "You've gone out onto this wild wilderness journey to escape the trials and tribulations of modern life - why on earth would you want to detour into one of the biggest cities in the whole world?"
'Cause I'm crazy and I can, so back off.
I know that this hike is kind of a "vacation from life," but once that vacation continues every day for 4+ months it becomes just life. And then you need to take another vacation. So m
y new hikin' partner, Voodoo, and I set a course for awesomeness and hopped a train to Grand Central. Luckily, my long-lost high school chum, Daniel Morgan just happens to live in this very city and is amazing enough to endure a weekend of chauffeuring around a couple of almost-homeless people.Honestly, I was expecting a seizure-inducing onslaught of over stimulation, but really that is confined only to Times Square (which I did indeed dart through like a cracked out rat in a never-ending maze of people). Most of the time was spent as mine always is - hanging out with friends, eating, observing crazy people, watching movies, occasionally sleeping, and always wandering. We drifted past a few of the landmarks, but there's just no time to be a tourist in the course of a day and a half. It was just fun to be someplace completely different doing something completely different and catching up with old and new friends. And it definitely made me ready to return to the trail.
Now I've moved on to New England (Connecticut if you don't know your geography) and New York is a mere wispy memory. Back to the regular vacation...until another fanciful detour presents itself, of course.
Thanks a lot, Daniel, for showing us such a great time. And thanks, Mr. Sinatra, for providing such an awesomely cliche title for this blog entry.
Also, for The Manchurian Candidate. The remake was totally lame.
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