"If you’ve ever taken the northeast regional out of Penn station, you’ve whirred past Astoria Park from high above, looking down at the lush, grassy waterfront green teeming with doll-sized families, dogs, frisbee-players, joggers, cartwheelers, and picnickers in rain, shine, snow, or mist. Astoria Park is just as lovely when you're splat in the middle of it as when you're taking it in from a bird's eye view. The spit of land lies under the Triborough Bridge, Hell Gate Bridge, and along the East River. Just short of 60 acres, it's one of the most expansive spaces in the nearer part of Queens: go here to do the somersaults the quarantine is just begging your body to perform."
