Unique Streets: 46
Miles Walked: 5.64
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day): Olivant Street, Montezuma Street, Manning Street, Lincoln Avenue, Loire Way, Verden Way, Lemington Avenue, Wiltsie Street, Fern Rock Road, Ross Garden Road, E. Chester Road, Undercliff Way, Wardsons Street, Hartmans Lane, McClary Way, Churchland Street, Flath Way, Luzzo Court, Evers Drive, Chaney Court, Missouri Street, Warpole Way, Yarmouth Way, Nelson Street, Eider Street, Dunmore Street, Freeman Way, Olivant Place, Roane Way, Navarro Street, Album Street, Brainard Street, Oldsmar Street, Clifford Street, Dean Way, Dean Street, Arbor Way, Dick Street, Apple Street, Allemania Way, Paulson Avenue, Deary Street, Saxon Way, Arbor Street, Bower Street, No Name, No Name, Hedge Street, Hyatt Street, Owasso Way, Point View Street
Lincoln-Lemington-Belmar. If you would have asked me what that was this time last year, I would have said “I dunno. A Harry Potter spell?” Up until I started walking all of the streets, I had no reason to go that far east and if I did, I was certainly taking 376 there. Now that I have walked in this area, my mental map of the city as a whole is clicking into place. So that’s what’s on the other side of Route 8!
On a cloudy but warm day, I parked near the Paulson Recreation Center because there was a Port-a-potty near the baseball field. Almost immediately, I found the first of many street errors. Google Maps didn’t have a name for the small alley that ran off of Lincoln Avenue or its intersecting buddy. Both of them had street signs so I made sure to document it. The corner of Loire Way and Verden Way could be mistaken for a middle-of-nowhere country intersection. On this block, there was nothing around but trees, plants, and a little bit of garbage.
As usual, I walked in circles for a little bit before I decided which direction to head first. I decided that I would walk towards Larimer first and then work my way back. I found this sad snake that initially, I assumed was a toy.
As is usual after rain, earthworms littered the sidewalks. Maybe this guy joined their late night party and didn’t make it back before he was trampled.
This former Catholic Church is now a Missionary Baptist Church.
Its companion school across the street is now a senior home.
The streets of Lincoln-Lemington-Belmar were tightly packed with homes in differing degrees of upkeep. Some were well maintained (I stopped to admire a beautiful in ground pool on Ross Garden Road) and others were a wind storm away from falling down. The former Beneficial Society of Northern Italy on Nelson Street had definitely seen better days.
Past the BSNI I walked up a large hill while consulting Google Maps. It was not pretty. Google was showing two streets called Olivant Place running off of Olivant Street. It also showed the St. Peter’s Lutheran Cemetery in this area when it is definitely on the next hill over. I ended up in someone’s backyard looking for the cemetery and it was definitely not there. Since I’d technically been trespassing, I was afraid to take many pictures. Although I did get a shot of a frisky black squirrel!
Back down in the more populated area, I found some graffiti and free couches on Roane Way.
Some profane graffiti greeted me from the hood of a car near an auto mechanic on Apple Street.
I was getting tired but felt jolted back to life when I found the strangest street sign mistake I have ever seen. I was walking down a typically plain alley called Allemania when I noticed that it was called something else on the other side: Aufmania. I actually walked all the way back to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
While Google Maps had the name wrong too (Allemannia) this was clearly a mistake of the City. I could not find any reference to an Aufmania in any of the historical sources I checked. That was almost as weird as this creepy babydoll I avoided on the street.
I decided to get out of this area and found one of the longest set of stairs I’ve ever walked. I couldn’t see the top from the bottom and vice versa.
I was now on top of a very high hill and could see the landscape from all angles. On one of the streets (Owasso) I found a scene that seemed ready for the filming of a horror film. The canopy of trees, the older model cars, and an abundance of garbage assaulted my eyeballs. I was captivated by the scene so much that I almost walked into a silkworm dangling from an invisible thread.
I gathered my wits and quickly got back to my car.