I also am not a lover of being on bridges, high up over water, with wall-to-wall traffic high winds. It's white-knuckle driving and I hate it.
Dropping Chitunga off, I looped back around in a more sane way and was happy that the GPS on my phone returned to a more normal route and set of operations. Of course, crossing the Whitestone again always makes me feel like I'm driving up a roller coaster. As soon as I'm on the other side I'm like, "Okay...now we can get home with less stress." I feel this way when crossing the bridge into Newport, Rhode Island, and don't even get me started on the bridges driving to DC. All my claustrophobic tendencies kick in and I simply want to chill out.
Which was easy to do once I hit Connecticut, because the roads are paved, there are less NY potholes, and even with crowded lanes, the straight-away is normal to navigate (we do it daily).
I've been on the Merritt an I-95 when I've wanted to pull my hair out. That was not the case yesterday. There were a couple of hiccups, but it was not the insanity that it most often is.
But I'm off to work early. Last 8 a.m....and need to leave at 6:30 a.m. to go the 14 miles, because you never know about CT morning traffic.
The lives we live. And here I go.
Oh, and I should say that I found a nice photo over the water...it doesn't look this nice from the Bronx and above.

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