The National Park Service opened up Liberty Island at night for the first time yesterday. It was kind of chilly. We'd all forgotten our parkas. And as it turns out, there's not really much to do on Liberty Island, so Roberta and I took photos of the Statue of Liberty and kept moving to stay warm.
We were treated to some documentary evangelism on the value of US National Parks. It so happens that National Parks propaganda is the only kind of patriotic propaganda that I unequivocally agree with. I left the island wanting to wear a funny park ranger hat and hang out with Smokey the Bear for the rest of my life, but I'm kind of over it this morning.
That's JC on the left and Manhattan on the right.
Approaching Liberty Island. Not too different from the half-dozen photos I've taken from the Staten Island Ferry.
Little-known fact: My legs glow.
An outdoor screen previewed the new Ken Burns documentary about the US National Parks.
There was a big green lady on the island.