Penn Treaty Park

If it weren't for the fact that I only have 6 followers on here, I would not have included this little jaunt in my tryouts. Alas it was too amazing not to write about.

I have lived relatively close to a park since moving to Philadelphia in 2003. Aside from my years in North Philadelphia, Center City and Chinatown have proved accommodating to all my grassy needs. In Center City it was Washington Square, which dons an active fountain in the summer and plenty of open space and walkways. Chinatown is a mere two blocks from Franklin Square, where I go to ride the merry-go-round, work on my short game, or ogle the sand sculptures. Philadelphia has never let me down since.

When I moved to Fishtown I had no idea where the closest park was. I had heard of Penn Treaty Park but from the initial description it sounded much farther away than I was willing to go. Lo' and behold it was two blocks behind me on Delaware Ave. Just waiting for me to roll in it's plush meadows and dive into the pristine waters of the Delaware.

When I arrived yesterday it was 80 something degrees and there was barely a soul there. A few parents/kids on the playground and a couple of O.G.'s fishing for god knows what, by the river's edge. It was like a secret Eden. Away from the grime and roughness of the NE, stood a little patch of God's good green earth.

Penn Treaty overlooks the Delaware river and the Ben Franklin Bridge. Complete with several park benches for gazing or resting after too much gazing. What amazed me the most was the layout of the park. Several small nooks are available to lay out a blanket under the shade of an elm and discuss literature with friends.

As kites flew behind me and dogs chased one another playfully I took this picture on my cell phone lest I forget...



Penn Treaty Park, check.