Christmas night, 1776, months after the 2nd of July, George
Washington and his army of 2400 cross the icy Delaware from
Pennsylvania to the New Jersey side. He was immediately taken
aback by the lack of sidewalks lining the streets and lanes. Vowing
to press on, he and his troops began the nine mile march to Trenton
to see what all the fuss was about regarding 'tomato pies'.
Something about thin crust and chunky tomatoes.
What I just said.
Another person who's recently claimed to have crossed the same
river to settle on the Jersey side may have taken this bridge to
get to his destination. But I'm thinking it was a different one.
This would have made Washington's crossing a bit easier, and
it"s very conveniently located right across Rt. 29 from the park.
The mighty Delaware looking north into the stiff March wind.
That sandy area to the right is purportedly where the landing
site was for the troops that frigid winter's night.
The view looking up the Delaware-Raritan canal which runs along
the mighty Delaware. The path is great for bike-riding, and if I had
gone 2 miles farther today than my 5 mile ride north, I would have
reached O Docker's old stomping ground, Lambertville. There he
quickly realized that in fact, he had moved to a foreign country.
The supposed trampled path through Washington's Crossing State
Park where the troops trudged on, knowing that less than 9 miles
from here, they'd have a quick scuffle with some drunken Hessian
soldiers, and then tuck in to a little scungilli marinara, Joey's tomato
pies, and wash it all down with some Chianti from straw bottles.
After the troops watched the bowl-games on New Year's Day,
they geared up for the next donnybrook that would take place in
Princeton two days later. But that's another history lesson.