Unique Streets: 57
Miles Walked: 6.31
Street Names (italicized have been already walked on another day): E. Carson Street, S 28th Street, Carey Way, S 29th Street, Sarah Street, Steve Seventy Way, Harcum Way, Mary Street, Mary Jane Street, S 27th Street, Oakley Way, McCord Street, Shelly Street, Stella Street, Telescope Street, Josephine Street, Northview Street, Mission Street, Orkey Way, Stromberg Street, Flynn Way, Berg Street, Cobden Street, Sumner Street, Niles Street, Burham Street, Clover Street, Wellington Street, Eleanor Street, Patterson Street, Cologne Street, Salisbury Street, Wave Way, Eccles Street, Rupp Way, Syrian Street, Azul Street, Bis Way, Spring Street, Zaruba Street, Castel Street, Devlin Street, Felmeth Street, Roman Way, Goltz Street, Mehr Way, Bassler Street, Elias Way, Dengler Street, Hollis Street, Daniels Street, Orin Street, Dippel Way, Jonquil Street, Rinne Street, Wiese Street, Goldbach Street, Will Way, Una Way, Arlington Avenue, Baltic Way, Conway Street, Picnic Way, Comanche Way, Keibs Way, Barry Street, Letticoe Street, Kosciusko Way, S 26th Street, S 25th Street, Jane Street, S 24th Street, Larkins Way, S 23rd Street, S 22nd Street, Birmingham Bridge, Sidney Street, Sidney Court.
Today I met with Robin, a woman who works at my alma mater, Our Lady of the Sacred Heart High School. Robin grew up in the Slopes and her mother, Mary Jane, was a local historian. We walked by Robin’s old stomping grounds around Mary Jane street. She told me stories about how she and her sister would roller skate on the sidewalk near her house. She pointed out many corner stores and social clubs that are now houses or apartments. She told me about more than a few friends and family members who worked at the Jones and Laughlin Steel Mill that used to be where the South Side Works complex is now.
Since I’d already walked in the Slopes and the Flats, many streets we walked I’d already covered. That is, until we got to Steve Seventy Street. I squealed with delight because around here, streets that run perpendicular to the river are usually numbered. I said: “Hey! Steve Sev-en-ty Street!” Turns out her mother knew Steve Seventy and it’s actually pronounced Sven-ty. I never would have known if I wasn’t walking with a real south-sider.
Robin could not walk with me for hours so we said our goodbyes. I started up a set of beautifully mosaic-ed stairs.
I had walked some of the slopes with Amy and Eric already and remembered the boundary of that walk was Eleanor Street. I made sure I stayed on the East side of it and that meant I had to go up. And up.
The views from the stairs kept getting better and better.
I meandered the slopes and even took a trip on a trail that was littered with poison ivy.
I ended up on the corner of Josephine and Arlington and had to decide whether I would go right and cut my walk short or straight up some stairs and into Arlington Heights. I chose to go up. Eventually, I found myself on Zaruba Street.
I had heard things about Arlington Heights. I knew it was South of the city and that it has a reputation for not being a very safe area. If you haven’t been there recently, it is probably much different from what you heard or remember. There used to be a large housing authority complex on the top of the hill overlooking the Mon but it is gone. Vanished. Empty, fenced-off green space. I found a blog post about it and I agree with the author’s opinion that so much green space is truly wasted if it is fenced off from the public. I also hadn’t realized that I had walked by all four of the houses in Arlington Heights. Here’s one of them that was probably abandoned and gave me the creeps.
It was facing Castel Street which was completely blocked off by cement barriers and a pile of junk.
Next to the closed street was the green space I mentioned above.
I made my way back into Arlington and took a pleasant stroll on streets surrounded by woods. I saw some interesting things like this old van in a field.
A bamboo forest.
And a notice to hippies.
I made my way to Will Way and came across someone inside a closed garage trying to get the door up. I yelled from the other side that I would pull at the same time as them to help get it open. We both pulled and the door wouldn’t budge. Another woman said “Mom, you have to unlock it first! Do you know how?” They told me thanks for helping and that I didn’t have to stick around. I got a bit away and turned back to see they finally got it open. They waved and said “thank you!” Where there’s a Will there’s a Way. (Ha, ha! I was thinking of that saying the whole time I was walking the alley.)
I got back down to Arlington Avenue and was very hungry. I’d been walking for almost two hours at this point. I walked by the old Arlington Street Car Loop…
…and spied a diner across Eleanor on the other side of Arlington. Eggs & Moore.
I practically ran in. The place smelled like heaven, if heaven is sweet pancakes and sizzling bacon (it is, right?) I sat at the counter and ordered a grilled chicken salad. “Does the salad have fries on it?” “Sure does!” Just what I needed to hear. I watched the three women working behind the counter. They joked with each other and seemed to really enjoy themselves. I will be coming back with the pancake expert, Johnny.
After my satisfying lunch, I made my way down Eleanor. There were a few streets I hadn’t hit when I was here before. Keibs, Letticoe, Barry. The views were just as good coming down, if not better. The sun was out now.
I was near my car but was absolutely sure I had not walked on S. 23rd Street before. It turns out I had but I didn’t know until I got home. I added about another mile to my walk but the day was beautiful and my energy had been replenished by lunch.
I saw this daydreaming kitty.
And a free couch on Carey Way!
My walk today was longer than average but it seems like I can walk further and further lately. I imagine I will be doing 10 or 15 miles at a time before the summer is over. I hope anyways!