Heading Home: South from 136th Street
Esau and I are heading south from West 136th Street, passing high above the city on the viaduct. The Hudson and New Jersey lie to the west. To the east, dreary apartment buildings (but what views they must have!) and a remarkable number of self-storage facilities.
At 123rd Street and Riverside Drive, we duck down a little path to visit the Amiable Child Monument. A four year-old boy, St. Claire Pollack, was buried here in 1797. The area to the east was farms and country estates then. One hundred years later, as you can see below, Riverside Park, now so green, was almost treeless.
On the Forever Wild trail, someone has put up a wren house and hung a suet feeder from a bare branch.
When the leaves are dry, like today, they rustle so loudly that squirrels hunting for nuts sound like bears.
Look: a mysterious box on a bench!
Inside are the remains of a white powdery substance. Hmmm.
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