Right, so Sam Lewis Park. Ended up there the other day. Wasn’t exactly a grand expedition planned, you know? More like, the walls were closing in, and I just needed to be… somewhere else. Anywhere else. My couch was starting to look like it was judging my life choices.
So, I dragged myself out. Figured, okay, Sam Lewis Park. People say it has a view. Fine. Let’s go see a view. The journey itself was the usual. Missed a bus, nearly got splashed by another. The usual city charm offensive before you even get to your destination. You know the drill.
So, The Famous Park…
Got there. And yeah, it’s a park. It’s got… grass. And trees. Revolutionary, I know. The big deal is this overlook. You can see York, the river, all that jazz. And look, it’s not a bad view. If you’re into views, it’s definitely… a view. You stare at it for five minutes, take the obligatory phone pic that looks like every other phone pic of a view, then what?
That’s the kicker, isn’t it? I walked around. There are paths. You can follow them. I saw a couple arguing quietly near a Civil War cannon monument – guess even historic artillery can’t solve everything. Some kids were running around, screaming with that boundless energy I vaguely remember having. Good for them, I guess.
- Trudged along the main walkway. Looked at the informative signs. Learned things. Probably.
- Found a bench that wasn’t already occupied by someone looking profoundly more at peace than I felt.
- Watched a dog chase its tail. Seemed like a metaphor for something, but I was too tired to figure out what.
Look, I’m not trying to bash Sam Lewis Park. It’s fine. It serves its purpose as “a place to go.” But sometimes you go to these places hoping for… I don’t know, a bit of magic? A moment of clarity? And mostly you just get a slightly better angle to contemplate your own restlessness. It’s not the park’s fault, it’s mine. Or maybe it’s just Tuesday, and Tuesdays are like that.
The whole experience just got me thinking. We’re always chasing these little “things to do,” these “places to see.” Like ticking off a list. Get out of the house, see the thing, go back home. Did it change anything? Probably not. But hey, at least I wasn’t on the couch, right? Small victories. Or maybe just a different kind of staring into the void. Who knows. Anyway, that was my exciting trip to Sam Lewis Park. Don’t all rush at once.
