The ever-thicker ice in this stretch of the Hudson finally proved too much for the mighty West New York, and starting tomorrow I will rejoin the ranks of the Bus People, riding a bus from the ferry landing across the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge to the train station.
Today's ride was pretty cool, though, with massive plates smashing into the hull, cracking, chunks skittering along across long expanses of smooth ice. The sound has been impressive. I take my adventure where I can find it, but it will be pretty hard to pinpoint the romance of the bus ride.
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