Sunday afternoon we took the train to 72nd, picnic basket in hand, and entered the park by the Dakota. From there we walked along the pathway to the ramble and found a secluded spot up on top of a rock, the perfect place to picnic. That is until a family with a safari lens spots you sitting cozy in your fantastic spot and decides that is where they absolutely need to have a photo shoot of their children beating the rock with sticks. The grass is always greener, right? That spot was seriously great though, so we stuck it out and enjoyed our picnic. The park is crowded this time of year, New York is bustling, full of tourists and weekenders coming in to enjoy that famous Autumn in New York feeling. It's pretty great, I can't blame them. The leaves have not yet changed, only a few trees were sporting shades of red and gold, the rest still lush and green. It will be a couple more weeks and we'll have to go back then and hope to catch it.
Our picnic was kind of a hodge podge. We brought leftovers to snack on, half a sandwich, homemade pizza, a piece of chicken, and a slice of chocolate mousse cake. We also brought some prosecco, thai iced tea, and coffee, which was sipped out of miniature yellow plastic cups. Once the sun started to dip down below the trees and the food was gone we packed up the blanket and navigated down the rock and out of the park.