I thrive off experiences that take me out of my comfort zone which generally always involve the mountains or the sea. Whether I’m trying to push my limits with freediving, learning to climb and surf, camping in the snow or making it to the summit after a sketchy scramble- those moments in which I question my ability is what I love most.
With that being said nothing makes me feel more doubtful, uncomfortable or out of my element than submerging myself into a city; I suppose that’s the sole reason I keep going back. I legitimately loathe any city regardless of the state or country I’ve visited, and every time I find myself there I vow to never return.
Well, this was my 5th visit to NYC- the last time I went solo with Waves on Christmas Eve while Eric worked and I was 20+ weeks pregnant with Reef because of the desire to see the magic at Rockefeller Center during the holidays.
Every visit always brings a plethora of new memories but my energy is habitually pulling me in the direction of Central Park.
This visit included 11 miles of walking with Reef on my back, an insanely gorgeous skyline view of the city and an absence of people due to inclement weather.
A few months back I found out there was bouldering in Central Park so despite looking like a kook climbing on wet rock, I went for it and this was easily the highlight of the adventure simply because I found my place- clearly so did my kids while they climbed and ran around happy and free.
As we left the city by train I swore I’d never return, I wonder how long it will take until I’m ready for another urban sufferfest. #TheMitchellTribe #adventuremamas