Did you ever have a shirt or dress that fell out of favor, ending up in the back of your closet? Months or years later you find it, pull it on and suddenly it looks differently on you? That’s how I felt about NYC before retiring. I associated trips to NYC with work and travel related stress. Plowing my way through crowds and drug sniffing dogs in La Guardia. Stepping out into the heat wearing a suit. A scary cab ride into downtown. People everywhere. I had many creative excuses for not going to work in NYC. However my beloved niece lives there and I decided to try on NYC again.
One way I did so was to visit Fort Tryon Park. Tawny lives across the street from this park of beautiful views, tree-shaded paths and fragrant gardens. It winds along the Hudson River near Washington Heights and has loads of history. I never knew it was there. We went every morning during my last visit and it was heavenly.
Walking in the park gave us time to swap our respective Baby Boomer and Millennial wisdom. I knew the names of some of the flowers and she explained the virtue of “plandids.” While not educating her Aunt, she’s a critical thinking writer, speaker and event coordinator who has mastered the art of having fun without alcohol.
A battle site of the American Revolutionary War at Fort Washington, the land dates back centuries. Originally inhabited by the Chquaesgeck (local Lenape tribe), the land was
settled stolen by the Dutch over 300 years ago. In the most recent century, the land was purchased by John D. Rockefeller, Jr. to be developed into a park and created many jobs during the Great Depression.
The combination of hard-scaping and natural rock formation is incredible, with bridges, tunnels and terraces throughout. It’s also the home of The Cloisters (next blog post.) Trying on Fort Tryon Park makes NYC fit and feel like a place I want to visit regularly – and write about.