Unique Streets: 36
Miles Walked: 7
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day, underlined are not in the city): Stewart Avenue, Vida Way, Newburn Way, Melody Street, Brownsville Road, Grossman Place, Clermont Avenue, Brentwood Avenue, Sankey Avenue, Churchview Avenue, Sankey Court, Spencer Avenue, Beau Street, Rhoad Avenue, Modena Way, Gilboa Way, Steiner Street, Cheston Street, Cedarcove Street, Almora Street, Waterman Avenue, Wendlein Way, Custer Avenue, Makary Way, Kirk Avenue, Novel Way, Brinwood Avenue, Hopeland Street, Arriba Way, Carrick Avenue, Ruralton Street, Huey Way, Diehl Avenue, Radiant Street, Eiler Avenue, Glenroy Street, Raven Street, Becks Run Road, Madeline Street, Redrose Avenue, Dowling Street, E. Agnew Avenue, Poplargrove Street, Leolyn Street, Appian Way, Meredith Street, Highnote Way, Pandora Way, Alplaus Street, Sprucewood Street, E. Cherryhill Street, Amanda Street, Parkfield Street, Berg Place
I had two goals for today: to walk on the orphaned Vida Way and to see if there were anymore alligators waddling around Pittsburgh. The first one was easy. The second one, well, it seems like gator spotting in the burgh is more of a serendipitous activity. In the past month, three alligators have been found in the city limits. The most recent capture happened in Carrick and I thought sometimes, lightning strikes in the same place twice. I didn’t see any alligators this walk (or any walk for that matter) but I did see some other things that were a little odd.
After I covered Vida, I somehow ended up walking in Brentwood. The borders of Pittsburgh and the suburbs are rarely straight and owe their ragged edges to the reasoning of long-gone city planners.
I got back into the city but was constantly playing with that line. At one point I asked a neighbor sunning himself in his side yard, if I was still in Pittsburgh. I was but the border was impalpable. The only indication I had was a zoomed out map on my phone (as you zoom in on the borders they disappear) and the inconsistent placement of blue street signs. After almost 3,000 streets, I can say with certainty, that not every street has a sign and not every sign means there’s a street (see McNinch Way in Garfield.) Even more frustrating is when I find a street sign that is obviously wrong. Wendlein Way is a “street” that runs next to and through the St. Wendelin’s Church graveyard. The street doesn’t exist by name on Google Maps or Apple Maps but the physical sign is sitting on two corners; spelled out WENDLEIN. Is that correct? Shouldn’t it be Wendelin Way? Is it a typing mistake? I don’t think we will ever know.
I wandered through the cemetery and was pleased to find a new view of downtown.
The spires of the PPG building are visible just to the right of the water towers on Tank Way in Allentown.
I got onto Custer Avenue and walked on what used to be the church/school campus of St. Wendelin’s Roman Catholic Church. The old school building (from what I gathered) across the street from the church now houses various offices.
It actually looks like there used to be three school buildings built at various times. I’m guessing that there was originally one school (built in 1904) and then a new elementary and high school built in the 50s or 60s. The school closest to the church was at some point turned into a hotel of sorts but is now empty and absolutely terrifying. A search of Newspapers.com showed that wedding receptions and charitable events often occurred at the Inn.
Its sight was made even more terrifying by the fact that I was viewing it on the eve of its inception. Did I stumble into the matrix?
I may, or may not have uttered a few high-pitched swear words to expel my fear. It’s a very useful tactic and one I use often on my walks.
After I was sure I was still on this plane of existence, I wandered into one of Carrick’s many valleys. I found myself on Becks Run Road near the Penn-American Water Pittsburgh Treatment Plant.
If cars weren’t flying by me at breakneck speeds, it would have been quite peaceful. Becks Run Road needs sidewalks or speed bumps. Or both.
Not a speed bump:
Off of Madeline I found the Redrose stairs.
Also not a speed bump. Or a gator. Disappointing.
On Hornaday, I could see the Cathedral of Learning peeking out above a row of houses.
On Dowling I came across a beautiful but seemingly out-of-place mural.
In Japanese Knotweed near the mural I found possibly the most surprising thing of any walk and certainly, this one. A Treasure Chest.
Yes I opened it. Inside was not your typical pirate booty, but rather, a few shoeboxes and items of clothing. A treasure to someone, I’m sure.
Finally, I got to the location of the latest gator spotting on the 300 block of E. Agnew. I scanned the area hoping to see a large lizard but only saw a wooden mantis.
I was running out of time so I “quickly” made my way up to Brownsville Road via these stairs on E. Cherryhill.
I had a long walk back but was entertained by the various stores on the main business thoroughfare through Carrick.
I titled this one: “Things to do in Carrick when you’re dead and the Wendel Inn has no vacancy.”