Unique Streets: 16
Miles Walked: 3.52
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day): Saranac Avenue, Bazore Street, Palm Beach Avenue, Neeld Avenue, Mackinaw Avenue, Vodeli Street, Plock Way, Wenzell Avenue, Wenzell Place, Ingomar Street, Espy Avenue, Fremont Place, Broadway Avenue, Bensonia Avenue, Los Angeles Avenue, Shiras Avenue, Lee Way, Crosby Avenue, Leslie Lane, Pauline Avenue, Pauline Place, Lonergan Way, Anglon Way, Texdale Street, Peola Road, Fair Avenue, W. Liberty Avenue.
Today I took my first walk since July. A large family trip where we visited eleven states in six days! All of the planning that entails took up the first part of August. You can read all about our adventure here: Part 1 & Part 2.
I decided to walk on some streets in hilly Beechview on this very hot, sunny day in mid-August. Sometimes I’m not so smart. I parked at the McDonald’s on the corner of Wenzell and W. Liberty and started zigzagging up and down the hills of eastern Beechview. Almost immediately, I was struck with mixed messages. In front of a house bedazzled with Coast Guard propaganda, there was a Harley. A decal on the back of the bike was the quote: “to punish and enslave.” Shouldn’t it be “to protect and serve?” I was baffled as to what message this was sending until I Googled it and saw that it is the motto of the Decepticons (bad guys) on Transformers. OK. Weird quote to put on a nice bike. To each their own, I guess. I didn’t take a picture because I didn’t want them to punish and enslave or at the very least yell at ME.
On Saranac, I saw this hilarious Baby on Board sign.
A few houses down I saw these beautiful flowers that said summer is still here. Pumpkin Spice can wait! The bees agreed.
I slowly and sweatily walked up and down these streets until I got back down to Wenzell. I decided to walk on the other side to hit some of the streets I always see when driving down Wenzell. It was so hot that my mind was rambling. Espy Street set it off on a tangent about the ESPYs (the ESPN awards) and what does ESPY even stand for? Is it supposed to be like the Grammys for Sports? Come to think of it, what does ESPN stand for? Excellence in Sports Network? Wait, what about the P? Excellence in Sports Players Network? Am I in Dormont? I am in Dormont!
The city streets in this area are so connected to the burbs that you can mindlessly walk your way into another town. By the way, I was way off on ESPN. I looked it up and it stands for: Entertainment and Sports Programming Network. ESPY is even stranger in its actual meaning: Excellence in Sports Performance Yearly Award. There’s not even that many letters in the acronym! I’ll probably contemplate that stupidity on my next walk. When I walk alone, my mind is a strange place. I won’t bore/terrify you with it all.
I crossed Wenzell again to walk on the dead end Ingomar and saw a few interesting things. I lusted after this older car
and wondered why someone would create a concrete canal running from the high alley, into their backyard.
Maybe they have a sometimes wet water feature? Maybe it feeds into a rain barrel? I couldn’t see past the garage to know for sure. It will remain a mystery.
I made note of this sign advertising a free party for Moore Park’s 80th year. It’s this Saturday, if you’re interested in going!
I zig zagged the hills between Wenzell and Pauline for a bit. It was not easy and pretty soon my water bottle was empty. I Espied (that’s what Espy actually means) a water fountain at the Pauline Parklet and filled it up. BIG MISTAKE. The water that came out was the foulest smelling and tasting water I have ever drank. I would rather drink the water from the Old Mill at Kennywood. I took two sips and ended up burping up the chemical smell for the next miles. Ughhhhhhh.
Earlier this week, there was a water main break on Pauline. I hope they fix whatever problem was causing the water to taste like that.
For the rest of my walk I carried my bottle of undrinkable water like dead weight. I walked up Lonergan to Anglon to Texdale and found some pretty crowded stairs.
The deer in the woods to my right snickered at my difficulty.
Once I was back down on W. Liberty, I beelined to Wendy’s where I tossed my container of chemicals and opted for a new bottle of icy cold water. Nothing ever tasted better.