Unique Streets: 39
Miles Walked: 6.2
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day): Brownsville Road, Laughlin Avenue, Amanda Street, Linnview Avenue, Birmingham Avenue, Alcove Way, The Boulevard, E. Meyers Street, Myron Way, E. Cherryhill Street, South Way, Concordia Street, Lunar Way, Leolyn Street, Alries Street, Fredell Street, Red Rose Way, Romance Way, Transverse Avenue, Highnote Way, Acosta Way, Earlton Street, Parallel Avenue, Triana Street, Anglo Way, Best Way, Bruner Street, Northern Way, Lacona Street, Wingate Street, Elmtree Way, Acco Way, Bexar Way, Theona Street, Ben Way, Calhoun Avenue, Reifert Street, Roll Way, Onyx Way, Grogan Avenue, McKinley Street, Partridge Way, Alice Street, Cedricton Street, Trost Avenue, Buck Way, Brook Way, Brook Street, Minooka Street, Giller Street, Nobles Lane, Nome Way, Bertram Way
Facebook led me to walk in Carrick today. Someone had posted a trivia question in the All About Pittsburgh Group: “Trivia question if i may. Location of The boulevard?”
I answered “Carrick” and knew immediately where I would be walking. I parked in the Shop n’ Save Parking lot and ignored the signs saying that parking was for Foodland Customers only because that applies to no one!
I admired the mural of the Irish Carrick which is the namesake of the neighborhood in Pittsburgh.
I started meandering the streets that run on the east side of Brownsville Road, the main thoroughfare that bisects Carrick in two. The blocks running off of Brownsville are long while those that run parallel are short and usually a hill. This section of Carrick is home to many stately homes which are set far enough apart to afford the owners a generous yard.
There was also plenty to look at in terms of Halloween decorations.
Although, I get the feeling that second house had some of those decorations up all year long.
Pretty soon I found The Boulevard and decided I wanted to live there.
With that small mission complete. I proceeded to walk the rest of this part of Carrick. I saw kitties…
TVs precariously leaning on stairs…
…and quite a few sarcastic signs.
Many people in Carrick seem to know what the rest of Pittsburgh thinks about them and they take it in stride. Before I walked here, I had heard some not-so-nice things about Carrick and I was nervous. After having spent at least four days here, I can say that the rest of the city needs to visit a place before they insult it and its people. Carrick has a beautiful, in-your-face veracity that I haven’t seen anywhere else in the 412.
Soon, I found some monkey balls…
…near one of the sweetest intersections in this city.
On one of the high points in Carrick, I could barely make out the UPMC building.
And then it was time to go down…
These sunflowers were about to give up the ghost but still stood taller than me.
Pretty soon, I found myself in Mt. Oliver and headed back towards the car. I took a look at my map and realized there were some streets on the other side of Brownsville Road I’d missed so I headed over there. As I was walking down Cedricton Street, I saw a street sign at the bottom that was faded beyond legibility. The street it was marking wasn’t on the map at all. I walked towards it when a neighbor on her porch three houses up from the mystery street asked me if I was lost.
“Oh! No, I’m walking all of the streets in Pittsburgh and I just noticed that one down there isn’t on the map. Do you know what it’s called?”
“Huh, I never even noticed that before. I have no idea. But it’s a dead end. You can’t go that way.”
“I’m just gonna walk down a bit to see if I can see what the sign says.”
I walked down the rest of the street and realized there were two women on the porch of the only house on the mystery street. As I walked closer, I heard one of the women exclaim: “I’m sick and tired of these people walkin’ through my yard. I’m sick of it!” I still couldn’t see what the sign said so I walked to the other side which was clear as day. TROST AVE.
It was merely an extension of the street that sat on the other side of the short one I’d walked down. I quickly retreated back up not wanting to walk in anyone’s yard. Not that I ever do.
On the next street over, I found another blatantly babbling brook. This one in the form of a spring welling up from the street. The flow of water from a pothole was constant enough to require asphalt barriers that formed it into a miniature creek until it ran down into a sewer. I stood pondering the flow of clear water for a few minutes. Was this treated water from a burst pipe? Was it a natural spring? The presence of the pair of 5-inch high asphalt strips meant that someone knew about it and was trying to guide it in the path of least resistance. What a strange way to fix a problem like this.
Then, I almost stepped on it. A pale peach waterlogged corpse sat belly up in the middle of the flow like a fallen log.
It was about the size of a house cat but had herbivorous teeth like a groundhog or beaver. It had a long rat-like tail and clawed paws that were rigored into a position of surrender. It’s bloated hairless body unabashedly sat sunning in the street. I groaned in disgust as I knelt down closer to inspect it. “What the f*ck?” I whispered under my breath as I took a picture of it. I’ve seen quite a few dead animals on my walks but none as neatly posed and quite as hairless as this one.
A few streets over I walked by a car that was parked in the grass of a back yard. A handwritten note hung in the driver side window: “Some Junkie POS broke into my car and stole the title. They will probably try to scrap it. You better see me @ __________.” Carrickters really know how to keep it real and I appreciate it.