Hiking Challenge Day Four: City Wander
The reason for this post being so super-extraordinarily late is because I had devoted all my attention to making this post (my first recipe post, YAY) the best it could possibly be.
Or, ya know, procrastination. One or the other.
I decided not to run into the hills in search of an adequate place to hike. Instead, I figured I'd just roam around somewhere nearby. I considered my options and decided that, ya know, even though I've lived in New York my whole, entire life, I really didn't know that much about Central Park.
To some people, this comes as a surprise. But that's only because they don't understand two things:
- I technically live in Queens, not Manhattan, so THE city is a train ride away.
- Manhattan is so huge; it's nearly impossible to know every nook and cranny.
Thus, with these things in mind—and some money for buying an armful of books at Strand—I got on the R Train and headed down to fifth ave.
Central Park (not exactly central, BTWs) is friggin' massive. I got out of the station on the lower east corner, 55th St., and walked all the way up to 90th, because that's where my AllTrails hiking map was taking me. I found a route along the northern half of the park, so I figured it'd be useful. About halfway through, I gave up.
What? Didn't I love that nifty little app?
Well of course—I still do. I just. I don't know. I guess sometimes you have to wander really—and I mean actually really—aimlessly. No maps. Just keep going. And I did, for a suuuuper long time. I hiked all through the Northern Woods, AKA the Ravine. Don't let the Big City locale fool you—that place is a jungle, with paths more weaving and intricate than those in the State Parks. Like, God, I got so lost. But I found some really wonderful waterfalls, so, meh.
I walked basically around the entire park, top-to-bottom. I sat on this log-looking bench and read for a little while, just to catch my breath. Like I said, sometimes you just need to do your own thing. Go off the beaten path. Live a little while. Mess up a bit, it's cool. You can always find your way back.
Unless you're in Lower Manhattan; those streets make zero sense. Whoever designed it was on drugs, I swear.
Thoroughly exhausted, I went over to Bibble & Sip to grab a Earl Grey Banana Bread slice for my walk down to Strand. That cafe is pretty much the most adorable thing ever, but expect a line. It's cool though, because the decor is nice enough that standing around and staring at the walls isn't as boring as it sounds. I've yet to try the cream puffs, because I know what they'll do to me.
After miles and miles of walking, going through Union Sq. to find some really neat art all over the place, all the while picking at the most delicious bread ever, I eventually made it to Strand and bought an unreasonable amount of books. Two were for my mom, so I guess that makes it justifiable.
Kinda, anyway. This city is so rad, I really do forget how much I miss it whenever I disappear into the corn for months. I guess it's true that you never realize the magnitude of something until it's no longer there. So please, remember to appreciate the current things in your life. You'll never be able to predict which of them will leave, nor will you be able to imagine the impact its absence will bring about.
Much Love, Actual