I really want to love fall. I really, really do. And, I mean, there are pieces of it that I love. The smell in the air, the crispness, sweater weather, the coziness of burning fall spice candles and snuggling under a blanket, the leaves.
My problem with fall is that I know what comes right after it. Bare branches, the loss of greenery, numbing temperatures, snow. Part of me feels like loving fall just encourages winter to get here more quickly.
I realize that’s crazy. But it doesn’t stop me from believing it.
In an effort to be less mean to fall and to love on it a little harder without associating it with seasonal affective disorder—and to soak up all of the mild days we can before we’re locked inside, hermetically sealed until a stupid groundhog tells us what’s up—I decided to take the girls down to one of our favorite places: the Peekskill Riverfront.
We’re loving on this space a little bit more than normal since they recently opened Peekskill Landing Park right next to Riverfront Green Park—and I have a feeling we’re going to love it even more once construction is complete on the park and trail system they’re building between Riverfront Green and Charles Point Park.
Located right at the Peekskill MetroNorth train station and within walking distance to some delicious restaurants (this means you, Peekskill Brewery), this spot is perfect whether you’re a local or you live in NYC and feel like heading up to suburbia for the day.
The girls loved exploring the trails and climbing the rocks and I couldn’t get enough of the view—which is only going to get better as we get into peak foliage season in the next week or two.
OK, fall. I guess you’re alright.
While my eyes kept darting between the gorgeous river view and my sweet girls loving on each other, the ladies didn’t waste any time. They explored every last bit of the new area—including the docks, where (naturally) they pretended they were mermaids. They also really enjoyed sitting on the laps of this sculpture.
When they were satisfied with their exploration for the day, we headed back towards the car—only to be sidetracked by the playground before finally deciding they were tired and hungry and thirsty enough to head back home.
I think it’s safe to say that fall did right by me on this particular day. Maybe we could even be friends.
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Hi! I'm Jen, a freelance writer and girl mom who loves reading the newest children’s books as much as I love a good psychological thriller. I believe fiercely in the power of kindness, empathy, and really good quality chocolate. When I'm not knee-deep in glittery crafts and girl talk, you can probably find me sprawled out on my couch in the middle of a Netflix marathon with dark chocolate smeared on my face. The struggle is real. 
