3rd of July, Waterfront Park
Any regular reader of this blog knows that most of my entries revolve around either the Jersey Shore or New Brunswick, the two parts of the Armpit of America where I spend most of my time. Well, having a girlfriend who lives in the Princeton area, and having worked there a couple years, I have spent plenty of time on New Jersey’s west coast as well. And, rather than spending the 4th of July weekend at the Jersey shore with millions of other people, we spent the holiday on the shore of the Delaware River. (I’m sure you’re all jealous.)
Anyway, on the night of July 3rd, we planned to go to the bar Katmandu in Trenton, which is essentially a poor man’s version of Bar A (and will get a more detailed write-up in a future posting). We had hoped to get a good view of the fireworks show at nearby Waterfront Park, the minor league baseball stadium where the Trenton Thunder play.
We arrived at the bar, which was completely deserted (almost everyone in the whole state must have been at the shore). Upon going to the outdoor deck, we realized that we wouldn’t be able to see the fireworks from there. So, we decided to leave the bar and just walk towards the stadium.
We eventually came to this archway, which led to some steps going down to the river. Although you’d generally want to avoid poorly lit areas like this, especially when in a shady city like Trenton, one member of our group was brave enough to go down the steps and onto the dock. The rest of us soon followed onto this huge floating dock in the Delaware. We then realized the dock gave us a perfect view of the stadium.
So we watched the fireworks show, which was pretty short. But who cares? Getting to that spot was an adventure in itself. As for the moral of the story? Though your gut may tell you differently, if you ever encounter a dark passageway in a shit-hole city like Trenton, take it; you never know where it might lead…