Unique Streets: 59
Miles Walked: 7.3
Street Names: Fulton Street, N. Franklin Street, Manhattan Street, Haines Way, Liverpool Street, Decatur Street, Warlo Street, Sedgwick Street, Bidwell Street, Allegheny Avenue, Betty Jane Ralph Way, Arthur Ralph Way, Columbus Avenue, Lake Street, Juniata Street, George Way, Chateau Street, Warner Street, Adams Street, Beldale Street, Nixon Street, Knott Street, Hoffman Street, Marshall Avenue, Atmore Street, Colorado Way, Halsey Place, Mannheim Street, McCook Street, Lieb Way, Jawett Street, Sorell Street, Overcliff Way, New Hampshire Drive, Stayton Street, Ridgeland Drive, Ridgeland Place, Brighton Road, Ingham Street, Gifford Street, Hodgkiss Street, Bartold Street, Highwood Street, Superior Avenue, Toner Street, Seiffert Way, Thelma Street, Shadeland Avenue, Woodland Avenue, No Name, Ludene Way, McDowell Street, Island Avenue, Hyena Way, Success Street, Winifred Street, Colfax Street, Marvista Street, Sigel Street, Stranmore Street, Sunday Way, Kunkle Way, Doll Way, Lamont Street, Saint Ives Street, Morrison Street, Saint Marks Place, B Street, Kirkbride Street, A Street, Lysle Street, Riffle Way, Brighton Place, California Avenue
I got a late start this morning due to a morning meeting. Because of this, I stuck to the area west of the city. I parked near Manchester Field (port-a-potty!) and was convinced there were some streets in the middle of Manchester that I had completely surrounded but not walked on. I was semi-correct in that there was one: Sedgwick.
This area of Manchester has so far missed the gentrification that the part closer to the North Shore has undergone. There is an authenticity to the neighborhood that is refreshing to experience. Visit it before the true character is lost to sometimes questionable “upgrades.”
There was a lot of street art to be seen.
There were quite a few community gardens among all of the churches.
One yard had a pretty neat projection screen for summer movie nights and I assume, Steelers games.
This house and the one next to it were abandoned and I took a look inside the basement.
Inside, there were several Motorcycle trophies.
I made my way towards the railroad tracks that form the northern border of Manchester.
It was near here that I was the most scared I have ever been in my entire life. I was walking under the bridge that carries Route 65 when the odor of decomposition hit me like a ton of bricks. My fight or flight instincts were on red alert as I scanned the area for a body. Something (or someone) was definitely dead here. I creeped around trepidatiously looking under the brush and trash to see what the smell was when the debris started moving. I uttered a silent scream (no sound could come out) and quickly backed away from the movement. It was a rabbit. The needle on my terror barometer shot up despite the innocuousness of the creature. I walked up the ramp to Marshall Avenue trying to convince myself that I wasn’t having a heart attack. The items I saw on the ramp just added to my overall feeling of dread.
A moldy sandwich.
This frightening graffiti.
Things started to get better as I went up.
Thank you Pizza Poems PGH for reminding me that pizza exists and that since I didn’t die under the bridge, I do too.
I walked some of the streets off of Marshall and found this peaceful sidewalk in the woods.
In a yard, someone was using a pilfered shopping cart for storage.
Despite the bipolar weather, I had to force myself to turn around at Woodland Avenue. I wanted to keep exploring Marshall-Shadeland but at 5+ miles, I needed to head back towards my car. I still had California-Kirkbride to walk.
I saw these lazy cuties on Success Street.
I walked down Marvista to another set of stairs through the woods.
The railing was missing in a few places and many risers were wobbly. I got almost all of the way down before almost falling into this hole. The step above it had nothing supporting the front of it. Close call!
I caught a glimpse of the UPMC building as I meandered the surprisingly steep streets of California Kirkbride.
I went all the way up the Sunday Street steps…
…to get a picture of this beauty:
Many houses in this area are currently under construction. At least one port-a-potty for the workers sat on each block.
Murals, old and new, popped out all over the place:
I walked down California Avenue to get to the bridge back to Manchester. 7.3 miles!