storm king.
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It was a beautiful day in Brooklyn. My friend Jess Rotter and I were on a usual walk around the hood (the kind where she shouts in my window and asks if i want coffee) with Stella to grab some of the best coffee in the world from my favorite polish joint Euro Cafe. It was just one of those rad fall days were you inhaled the cool air extra long - so long you risk getting a crisp yellow fall leaf lodged in your rib cage. Who cares, it was pretty. I say to my friend Jess…”it’s pretty, let’s go upstate.” She agreed. We scooped up my old danish roommate Caroline Mie Hansen who was visiting us from Denmark and away we went in the Jeep. We hit the 87 N to Mountainville, NY where there is a sculpture garden called Storm King.
Storm King cannot be fully described. It’s one of those places that needs to be experienced. for a new yorker, just being out of the city is rejuvenating, but to wander a field and see interesting sculptures, coffee in hand, with good friends….it just doesn’t get better than that. It’s the stuff that satiates a tired city soul. I could go on and on about this place, but if you want to know the true deets check it out here: http://www.stormking.org/
On our way home we pass a silly looking flea market type sign that says “Wine Tasting”. We laugh and drive on. about 1/2 a mile away, a make a u-turn telling my friends we had car troubles. Our car troubles were my curiosity getting the best of me. We enter the parking lot for the vineyard, a typical process, yet somehow this one was more like entering a 3rd dimension. We got the biggest laugh out of the gift store which had items on sale like hats that said: “how merlot can you go”. It was amazing. we then proceeded outside with our new bottle of wine, cheese/meat platter (aka prosciutto wrapped around a pretzel) to the live band outside and locals ready to get down. This band was exactly what we needed. It was a band called Groovy Tuesdays that played music from: The Beatles, Crosby Stills and Nash, Americas, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and much much more. There was a 77 year old woman that just danced her little heart out. She goes to me…”you ever seen a 77 year old move like this?” Nope. I was inspired.
I’ll have to admit this was one of the better days in my life. I believe I bursted with “I’m so happy” about 100 times. I live for days like this. Happy and cramped from laughter.
