My experience taking a boat ride to the Statue of Liberty
One of our excursions was to take a ferry ride to visit the Statue of Liberty. As expected, it was a hot, humid, overcast day. My mom urged us to bring jackets “just in case” despite our incredulous whines.
We were sweating hard as we headed to the docks in the park, and I was looking forward to some harbor mist and city breeze on the boat.
The ride started out slow, with grey water sloshing underneath us and grey sky bright above. The city skyline stretched along the water, and we were able to get a different perspective of the giant buildings.
Suddenly, it got colder. And wetter. It started to rain. It started to rain cold, icy, heavy drops. It started to pour. My glasses needed windsheild wipers. My jacket needed another jacket.
I was very greatful that I was grudginly talked into bringing a jacket in the first place.
The icy wetness made us cranky, but no more so than did the humid heat back on the mainland. It was exciting to traverse the cold and icy harbor. Exciting to imagine the way our ancestors must have felt coming towards this same statue.
The island was no less cold, and for some reason, the museums were also blasting air conditioning. We had to chose between wetness and slight coldness, or dryness and extreme coldness. In the end, we only spent as much time in the museums as we thought we could stand. The immigration exhibits that were offered were very fascinating, but not worth more than an hour or so of exploring.
My parents tried to pick out maiden names and surnames of possible distant relatives from the historical accounts in and around the museum.
Tourists are no longer allowed to climb to the top of the statue, but it was enjoyable enough to see it from the ground. And honestly, we were already so far from the city skyline that I doubt the view would be that much more spectacular.
All in all, I’m glad I got to visit the island and cross of the Statue of Liberty from my Bucket List.