After exiting the bridge, the route zigs and zags a bit, and my map keeps me on track where a sign is missing. I plan to follow New York's Bike Route 9 most of today and into tomorrow.
I ride onto a separated sidewalk trail on the south side of the bridge’s upper level and cross the bridge, looking back over the river at Manhattan’s skyscrapers.Īt the bridge’s exit on the New Jersey side, I’m happy to see a “Bike 9” sign. Aided by a New York City bike map and then by signs, I make my way along city streets to the bike entrance to the bridge. I exit the trail at the ramp to 181st Street. But this time I only bought a one-way ticket, and I’ll have a 122-mile bike ride back north.Īfter passing under the George Washington Bridge, the trail climbs the hillside away from the river, up what I expect to be the steepest hill of this trip. As usual when I come into the city, yesterday I biked the first 24 miles to the Wassaic Metro-North commuter rail station, then wheeled my bike onto the train with me for the rest of the journey into the city. I’ve just left my parents’ apartment to fill in the only gap in a segmented, self-contained Florida to Maine ride-or really, a Washington to southern California to Florida to Maine through all the perimeter states ride-that I didn’t know I was starting with that first cross-country trip more than two decades ago.
Yet I’m warmed by the sun in a cloudless sky. It’s a crisp, 42-degree early November morning, about the time of year I seem to do bike overnights, past peak bike touring season. I share the trail with joggers and bike commuters sometimes going faster than the rush hour motor traffic on the parallel Henry Hudson Parkway.
Twenty-one years after finishing my first cross-county bicycle tour at Yankee Stadium, I ride north on the Hudson River Valley Greenway along Manhattan’s west side. Posted by Heather Andersen | Tags: Routes & Rides, U.S.
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