Lederhosen, dirndls, bratwursts, steins of beer, live polka music and plenty of toothy grins! The German spirit lives as close as an hour out of the city.
Last Sunday, Jeff, Charles and I climbed into the Range Rover and drove through the spectacular colors of New York’s fall foliage on our way to Bear Mountain, NY….and it’s infamous Annual Oktoberfest. By noon, cars were parked on every empty paved space and began filing onto the grassy lawns. We followed the other families and lederhosen clad groups merrily sauntering across the great lawn toward Hessian Lake.
Our afternoon was spent grazing on pretzels, bratwursts, fudge, German potato salad, Belgium waffles and admittedly much more. We wandered through the vendors (part flea market/part crafts), painted pumpkins, danced to polka music, stood in long lines for much anticipated German delicacies, chilled out on picnic tables to people watch and even made it to the small zoo.
The day seemed perfect. We lucked-out with spectacular weather…sunny with a welcomed breeze. And enjoyed slipping away from our normal NYC weekend routine.
This is the last weekend for the festival and not one to be missed! Eat, drink and be merry (in lederhosen).