Yesterday, I tried something new. Instead of driving down to Westcheser to see my Lobster, I opted to take the train down. I figured I had been driving all week, and it would be worth the $14 to sit and relax, and have the train be my transportation. Not only am I never doing that again (don’t like walking to my car alone at night), but I didn’t factor in what locations the train passed.
I caught the train out of New Hamburgh, heading south, so I could get off at Croton Harmon. I found an empty seat, sat down, took out my book, and prepared for my 45 minute ride. At times, I would randomly look around, find out what station we were at, and return to my book.
Some point after Beacon, I was looking around, and looked out the window towards the river to take in the view.
Then I started to panic.
I saw this (similar)view from my seat:
As soon as I saw that mountain across the river, I knew where I was. I was so scared that I was going to see that tunnel from the train. I didn’t want to see it. I have no reason to it. I watched as the mountain passed by, and kept looking back and forth between the windows, to make sure I passed that area, and didn’t see anything.
Thankfully, all I saw was tall grass and cliffs.
I’ve never been to the site, as I refer to it. I don’t feel there is any reason to go there. Nothing good happened there. It is a dangerous spot. I can admire all the lovely memorial pieces people placed there via Facebook and pictures people send to me. I know for many people that going there is comforting, and I respect that- I truly do.
I however, do not believe it would be beneficial to me.