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The original plan last weekend was to attend a colleague’s birthday party, but then said colleague was under the weather and the festivities were cancelled. Suddenly, my final weekend in October was wide-open.

Last year, I spent almost every fall weekend on the road. This year, I was looking to do the exact opposite; minimal planning, light travel and lots of free time. Fall is my favorite time of year, and although I enjoyed all of last year’s adventures, I wanted to try and relax a little more.

New York, and its surrounding areas, is also pretty scenic during autumn. I felt that I didn’t really have a chance to experience that last year. But now a weekend to do exactly that presented itself.

And so, off I went on Saturday morning in a rented Zipcar. I jetted up the West Side Highway, over the George Washington Bridge and on to the Palisades Parkway with an inadvertent detour in to Fort Lee.

My only set-in-stone plan was to make it to the Bear Mountain Bridge, where according to the “I Love NY” tourism website, I would witness fall foliage during its peak weekend. I was about 10 minutes out when I noticed a sign advertising an Oktoberfest happening at the nearby Anthony Wayne Recreation Center, right off exit 17.

I mean, it’s not like I had any other plans.

The quick detour proved to be a great decision. Apparently the celebration happens in this park every weekend from September through the end of October. Beer, German food and live music were plentiful. The views through the wooded valley of the mountain were spectacular.


After scoping out the scene and treating myself to a hot dog, I hopped back in my car and up to the Bear Mountain Bridge. There was parking about a quarter-mile up from the bridge in a scenic overlook area, so I stopped there and took in the view. Then, I made the not-so-smart decision to walk from my car down to the bridge. It was an ill-advised move because on that particular stretch of Route 6 the shoulder is at times non-existent.

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Thankfully, I lived to tell the tale and witness the Hudson Valley in all of its glory.

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I capped off the day with a trip to Stew Leonard’s in Yonkers and a pit-stop at my buddy’s house just to drop off his gift and make sure he was doing alright.

It also worked out well because I was able to tell him about this cool Oktoberfest where we should celebrate his birthday next year.

The origin of this trip traces back to the summer. I was at my favorite bar in my neighborhood and the cocktail waitress was telling me that she is from Cincinnati. Something Cincy is known for: having one of the (and this year, the) largest Oktoberfest celebration in the country.

I had never been to Cincinnati nor neighboring Kentucky and boy do I love me a seasonal beer.

So that night I went home and cross-checked the city’s Oktoberfest with the Reds schedule. Turns out the Pirates were in town. So I’d get to visit a new city, a new state, a new ballpark and take part in a huge Oktoberfest.

I added another new experience to my plate that summer night: the first time I booked a flight after a few drinks.

Eventually I scored a nice deal on a hotel downtown through Hotwire and before you know it, the weekend of September 17 was here. I flew in to Cincy’s airport on Saturday morning. Fun fact: the airport is across the river in Kentucky; about a 15 minute drive from downtown. After checking in, I went for a three-and-a-half mile jog around the city. I really enjoy the way Cincy is set-up: Paul Brown Stadium (home of the Bengals), Great American Ballpark (Reds) and the city’s arena are all on the river. Cincinnati uses these centerpieces to develop both commercial and otherwise: there’s also a beautiful park with a couple of playgrounds right on the water.

Whenever I stay in a city for multiple nights I usually try and grocery shop. Even if I can’t buy perishables (my hotel room had a fridge but it wouldn’t get cold enough to keep anything from spoiling), I want bottled water and snacks because buying these from a store as opposed to a “market” downstairs usually will save you some money. I also enjoy checking out new grocery stores and my Cincy trip marked the first-ever visit to a Kroeger’s.

But on my way to Kroeger’s, I walked through Washington Park. Apparently every Saturday they hold an outdoor flea market there; tons of different merchants plus food and alcohol vendors. It was a pleasant and unexpected break in my schedule. I picked up a sweet vintage “Oktoberfest Zinzinnati” t-shirt, cracked open my first Rhinegeist Truth IPA and took a minute to enjoy the weather before continuing on with my trip to the store.


It’s tough for me to judge all of Kroger’s based on this particular visit because the store wasn’t in the best part of town (something my Uber driver warned me about but again, I like new experiences). That said, I still picked up a couple of items and headed back to my hotel.

I hit up Oktoberfest on Saturday and Sunday. It was good and I’m glad I attended but probably wouldn’t go out of my way to return. Samuel Adams is the title sponsor so the brewery’s Oktoberfest beer is plentiful. I tried a few other brews as well before retiring to my room for a quick nap.

Right before I left the city, I checked Pollstar’s concert schedule to see if there was anything happening in the area that weekend. Puff Daddy and the Bad Boy Reunion Tour was in town. And across the river in Newport, Kentucky, Jon McLaughlin was performing with supporting act Marc Scibilia.

Marc Scibilia?! I know him!

Marc and I grew up together in Western New York. I hadn’t seen him in about a year, but that changed last weekend. I attended his performance at The Southgate House Revival, which looks like a renovated church-turned-venue. It’s a very unique place to catch a show.

After his solo set, Marc and I decided to do something more unique: we grabbed Mexican food in Northern Kentucky. The spicy tacos were surprisingly delicious and seemed like a good idea at the time.


A little later in the night I flip-flopped on that decision.

Anyways, Sunday brought about another three-mile-plus run before I walked over to Great American Ballpark. I bought a ticket on StubHub, two rows off the field right by third base, for $30. It was a hot and humid day in the city, and coincidentally enough, former Yankee stars Ivan Nova and Francisco Cervelli were starting for the Pirates.

The ballpark was a real treat: great sightlines, lots of cool places to stand and watch the game, plenty of food and beverage options. The staff and the fans were both pleasant, despite the abysmal season that the Reds have had.

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Cincy salvaged the final game of the series and I made my way back to the hotel, through Oktoberfest one more time. There was a big TV set-up so Bengals fans could catch the end of the game against the team’s archrival the Steelers. The Bengals lost and I think between that, the heat and Oktoberfest – the wind was taken from the sails of the city.

I did end up at the casino (small donation via the Blackjack tables) and Nick Lachey’s sports bar (aptly named “Lachey’s” – good food, excellent Bloody Mary) before essentially retiring to my room for the evening. I wanted to relax and I also came to the realization that I definitely did not need 48 hours to experience all that Cincy had to offer.

I also probably don’t need to book travel after a night of drinking but something tells me I haven’t quite learned that lesson yet.