Unique Streets: 28
Miles Walked: 5.34
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day): Sloan Way, Bagdad Way, Hollydale Way, W. Poplar Way, Florien Street, Walcott Street, Tabor Street, Frustum Street, Field Way, Plum Way, Esplen Way, Saginaw Street, Peach Way, Cheery/Cherry Way, Earl Street, W. Carson Street, Telford Street, Powell Street, Edgecliff Street, Glen Mawr Street, Castalia Street, Rockyhill Street, Hunt Street, Otterson Street, Narcissus Avenue, Brevet Way, Merwyn Avenue, Krenson Way, Stafford Street, Glasgow Street, Conestoga Street, Wyckoff Avenue, Sacramento Avenue, Washville Street, Hammond Street, Eboda Way, Writt Way, Minton Street, Brunot Avenue, Daykin Street, Paulding Avenue, Strickler Street, Parson Street, Stadium Street, Radcliffe Street, Maple Street, Caledonia Way, Oregon Street, Sagamore Street
Today I decided to walk in parts of Esplen and Sheraden that I hadn’t explored yet. Before I set out on my walk, I stopped at the new Black Forge Coffee House in McKees Rocks. I hoped this message wasn’t an omen of things to come.
I parked near Bagdad Way because that street sign had always intrigued me when I spotted it while driving downtown on W. Carson Street. I was not prepared for the way that tiny alley would make me feel. As I rounded the corner on Sloan Way I passed this house that has been completely taken over by Japanese Knotweed and other various invasive vines..
I made it onto Bagdad and the smell of decaying flesh and dank vegetation raised the alarm in my sympathetic nervous system. Fight or Flight instincts tried to force me to turn tail but I kept going. I was torn between trying to find the source of the smell and running out of there screaming. At one point, I saw, what I assume was, a piece of memory foam mattress or pillow. The curvature of the foam resembled a human thigh for the first split second I saw it. I almost screamed.
There are no buildings on Bagdad anymore, only knotweed and various left-behind items.
On my way back out of the scariest place I’ve walked in Pittsburgh I did see a thigh, but this one was of the plastic variety.
Back on Sloan I thought I was out of the darkness when I almost stepped on this:
I gave Mr. Garter a wide berth and continued into Esplen. Many people were out and the fearful feeling I’d felt on Bagdad started to dissipate. I passed quite a few shopping carts on my meandering walk.
A roof kitty patrolled the neighborhood.
I walked down the Esplen Plum where last October’s Haunted Maze is still up. I’m sure neighborhood spiders have contributed some real webs for a frightening effect.
The next alley was Peach and it was more deep-woods trail than roadway.
On Esplen Street between Peach and Cheery/Cherry, I saw these tunnels I’d missed before.
There was also something else I’d missed when I walked here back in January. I walked down Cherry Way noticing the street sign naming it as such. I didn’t recall that there was a Cherry Way downtown until I went back and recorded all of the streets before writing this. Shocked that there was possibly a third fruit street in Esplen (see Peach Way and Plum Way) that shared the same name as another street in the city limits, I took a frantic look at Google Maps. They listed the street as Cheery Way. Apple maps listed the street as Cheery Way. Both of these mapping tools have been wrong before so I turned to a resource that would surely be correct in this matter: The City of Pittsburgh GIS (Geographical Information System) Database. This database (http://gis.pittsburghpa.gov/pghmap/) lists the street as Cheery Way, not Cherry. As soon as I figure out who to report the error to, I’ll be doing so.
After my confusing and at times terrifying walk in Esplen, I made my way down W. Carson Street under the Brunot Island Bridge.
All along the way I walked, I saw Big Shot Bob’s House of Wings stickers.
I made a right to walk on Telford, Powell, and Edgecliff and saw some old things people have forgotten about.
I made my way towards Glen Mawr and found it to be freshly paved. The road was at parts lined by an old stone wall. The 1923 Hopkins map showed me that the Ohio Connecting Railway ran over Glen Mawr Street right here.
Up on Rockyhill, I saw a grand vista of downtown.
Now I was officially in the Sheraden neighborhood of Pittsburgh but the surroundings made it hard to believe I was in the city.
Many houses in this area are in good shape but others have seen better days.
Even some of the streets have been abandoned. Otterson Street has a sign but the street is gone. Conestoga Street sat higher than Rockyhill and had a slightly better view.
This deer was appreciative of it.
Soon, the streets became more densely populated and filled with sights. Eboda Way is a small, steep alley that was filled with things:
Soon, I found my way to Brunot Avenue and had a great view of the eponymous island.
I hope that one day I will be able to walk the trails on that island and write about it here. I might have to take a boat to get there!