As we were preparing Elizabeth Jean to depart Seattle three years ago, our daughter Beth (the Elizabeth in Elizabeth Jean) sent us a picture of an attractive New York City boat basin. “Here’s where to come in when you get Elizabeth Jean to New York City to visit me,” she enthused. While we have worked hard to manage our own and others’ expectations about our journey, we privately kept alive the goal of arriving in the New York area to visit Beth. July 4th, therefore, provided a dual celebration: fulfillment of Beth’s optimistic prediction, along with our nation’s 240th birthday. This visit also provided a daughterly bookend to our 2013 visit with Jean after our 1000 mile trip from Seattle to Newport Beach, California. Our daughters’ enthusiastic support of their namesake’s journey has buoyed her and our spirits along our way.
Seastreak, a high speed ferry, docked ten minutes from our marina, provided an attractive alternative to accessing the Big Apple for a busy holiday weekend.
From the ferry’s deck we relaxed and enjoyed New York Harbor and scouted Elizabeth Jean’s route to the East River.
Forty minutes after departing, Seastreak deposited us near Wall Street where July 4th celebrations were in full swing. A short walk from the ferry dock is the site of George Washington’s inauguration as our first president.
We celebrated the festivities at Riis Beach to the vocal stylings of Raycee Jones, one of Beth’s college friends.
Captain Sullivan. Action Hero.
We both got the memo to wear blue, but apparently not the memo about looking at each other while we dance.
A captain’s kiss.
In September 2013, Jean helped us celebrate our arrival in Southern California. To have two daughters is to know joy’s abundance.