Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1915-07-03
APalisadian Reporter
Takes In New Ferry
And Tells About 1t

June II. The following Sunday saw
the first great crowds beginning to
utilize it to enjoy a day among the
greenness and the freshness of the
Jersey hills.
The ferry runs from the foot of
Dyckman street, New York City, to
the foot of magnificent new auto
mobile road which runs down the
Palisades from the eastern end of
PaliSade avenue to the shore of the
Hudson. 1t is reached on the New
York side by the subway to Dyckman
street, or by the New York Central
to the little station of Inwood. On
the Jersey side Of the river, auto
BUSES carry passengers from Dean
street and Palisade avenue, Engle-
wood, right to the ferry slip.
Suppose it is three o'clock of a
Sunday afternoon and you are at the
corner of Dean street and Palisade
avenue, Englewood. You wish to get
to New York in some manner, and
you inquire the way. Hearing of the
new ferry, you decide to try it. You
have plenty of time on your hands,
so you think you will walk to the
ferry instead of piling into one of
the busses.
You start out up Palisade avenue.
AS you trudge upward along the
beautiful boulevard, you cannot help
being impressed by splendor of the
early summer scene. The sun is
shining brightly, the trees are fully
clothed in their summer finery, the
birds are twittering gaily, and life
in full swing surges around you on
all sides. AS you look to the right,
you see splendid old mansion set
far back from the avenue. 1t is
reached by an avenue of trees,
Fountains in various parts of the
grounds splash merrily. You glance
to the left and see practically repi-
tition of the scene. 1t is this way all
the way up the long hill.
AS you reach the end of Palisade
avenue, a magnificent view meets
your eyes. On both hands stretches
the mighty Hudson. Upon it's great
bosom are scattered tiny pleasure
craft of all descriptions. At the foot
of the Palisades is the ferry slip.
Winding like snake up the most
PERPENDICULAR incline comes the new
automobile road, running from the
ferry to the eastern extremity of
Palisade avenue 1t meets the latter
road with triumphant curve and
flourish. AS you stand drinking in
the scene, a car roars up the hill,
rounds the turn, and is gone from
sight.
You begin your journey down the
long incline. The purr and hum of
many motors greets your ears as
you start. After you have gone about
two hundred yards, the road makes a
sweeping horseshoe turn and doubles
back upon itself. In sharp contrast
to the whiteness of the pavement of
the road, the greenness of the foliage
of the trees on the slope of the Pail
sades stands out in bold relief beyond
the horseshoe. An eight-cylinder
Cadillac purrs around the bend and
sips up the hill as you watch. 1t
is closely followed by powerful
Oldsmobile, which, with cutout open
and throttle showed to the last notch
roars around the curve and rumbles
upward towards it's destination.
You continue your journey, only to
pause, after you have taken a few
stop, to wonder at the wonderful en-
gmeering of the whole work. The
road is hown out of sheer rock. 1t
juts out OF the cliff and just seems
to hang there. On the upper side is
a model Of expert masonry in the
shape of a high wall to keep dirt and
debris off the thoroughfare. On the
lower side is sheer drop of about a
hundred feet. The road is built at
right angles upon the hill side and
is supported by strong trap rock
foundation.
Another hundred yards down the
road is another wide horseshoe curve
courco. From there to the end of the
road ut the foot of the hill the course
is practically STRAIGHT. You hasten
onwa d, anxious to see what is at
the rminus of this wonderful ave
nue.. AS you near the end, the road
bears slightly to the left, widens out
like fan, and sweeps up to finish
right at the ferry slip.
All along the river shore to the
north are dots of humanity. Every
one is on pleasure bent. This is the
Palisade Interstate Park, and it ex-
tends from here all the way to Bear
Mountain. Some of the excursionists
are taking sunbaths, some wading,
some swimming, and some boating.
About this time the George w.
Loft, a double-deck side-wheeler, slips
into the dock, and veritable wave
of humanity pours off and surges
along the shore and up the hill. About
hundred and sixty-five pedestrians
and sixteen vehicles of various de-
scriptions compose the boat load. You
then pass through a small shed which
serves as a temporary ferry house,
and on to the boat. In a short time
she pulls out and starts her trip
across the river. Midway across, she
passes the other ferry, the Henry l..
Joyce, which is single-deck side
wheeler. Soon the boat reaches the
New York side, and makes fast to
slip, also temporary arrangement.
As you pass off the boat, you notice
that the terminus is in very famous