The First Snow of the Year.
It snowed this weekend. Did ya hear? Perhaps you experienced the windchill factor of 13 degrees or were blown around by the 30 mph winds. And the 16 inches of snow in Central Park. It was quite a doozy. This is my first winter actually in New York City, so I got to experience first hand what it’s like to trudge through the snowbanks of street corners. After they have melted. Here’s a hint: Mushy.
Erik and I were lucky and we were already instead my apartment by the time the snow really started to come down last night around 8 p.m. so we woke up to a New York City Winter Wonderland – just in time to walk up to 83rd to have brunch at the Hi Line restaurant. We were meeting an old friend of Erik’s, J, who was in town visiting her sister, who lives in the Bronx. J had called to let us know she was going to be late, so I thought, “Why don’t we walk the FIFTEEN BLOCKS to the restaurant. IT’LL BE SO MUCH FUN. And WE CAN TAKE PICTURES.” Because that’s what people who own a Nikon D60 do in their free time, right?
So we slipped and skidded and stumbled our way to Amsterdam and 83rd and swore we were NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN EVER. And I, of course, took pictures. Like you do:
73rd Street as we walked up Amsterdam. Those cars weren’t going anywhere fast.
After a lovely brunch, in which we chatted with our Czech waiter about Slavic languages and how Astoria has good Czech restaurants if you’re in the mood, Erik, J, and I decided to do a little walk around the neighborhood and head into Central Park to take some photos. We walked down 83rd, and then strolled down Central Park West, passing by the Museum of Natural History, and we saw a very festive dinosaur out front to welcome the tourists.
We went into Central Park at the 77th street entrance, which is on the southern border of the Museum of Natural History. I was worried about getting my UGGs more wet then they already were, but most of the paths in the park were either completely paved or heavily packed, so they were firm to walk on, instead of the mushy sludge that was collecting on the street. We came in near the lake, which had completely frozen over. There were many people who had the same idea we had, including many tourists. We heard one French family walking around, and a couple from the Deep South asked us to take their picture. It was an absolutely gorgeous afternoon and totally worth the below freezing temperatures. Luckily, it was not very windy, so our coats, scarves and gloves kept us pretty warm.
The skyline of midtown Manhattan.
After we were done taking a ton of pictures of the lake (if you’re a Facebook friend of mine, you can see the rest there. I let my Flickr account expire and I haven’t gotten around to buying a new pro account, and Christmas has eaten away at my budget), we kept walking along the path and on our way out, we passed Strawberry Fields. As in, the John Lennon Strawberry Fields. It was a nice reminder of the true meaning of the holidays – peace and harmony around the world – and a fitting end to our winter wonderland adventure in the park.
What did you do this weekend? Did you survive the snow storm?