Unique Streets: 41
Miles Walked: 5.37
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day; underlined are not in the city): Oakwood Street, Tioga Street, Pitt Street, Susquehanna Street, Rosedale Street, Hill Avenue, Holmes Street, Wood Street, Moosehart Street, Hackett Way, Nimick Place, Singer Place, Karl Street, Athens Street, Elm Street, Foliage Street, Sickles Street, Fargo Way, Haverhill Street, Warsaw Street, Seagirt Street, Fahnestock Avenue, Maplewood Avenue, Tokay Street, Bricelyn Street, Dornbush Street, Calistoga Street, Wilkinsburg Avenue, Rolfe Street, Vidette Street, Dysart Way, Foch Way, Kilmer Street, Palm Leaf Way, Eymard Street, Odus Way, Madonna Street, Frankstown Road, Exley Way, Bennett Street, Conemaugh Street, Wheeler Street, Tyson Street, Batavia Street, Mulford Street, Hamilton Avenue, Inglenook Place, Tacoma Street, Cressey Way, Genessee Way
This walk was inspired by a Pittsburgh Post-Gazette article about a steep street in the East Hills. I hadn’t walked in that neighborhood at all yet so I headed east.
I parked on Oakwood, very close to the border of Wilkinsburg and Homewood South.
I was drawn further and further into Homewood because I kept seeing streets I hadn’t walked yet. I just couldn’t help myself! My wandering paid off when I got to the corner of Rosedale and Hill. I saw a massive murder of crows take flight and fight off a hawk.
I made my way back towards the East Hills and was pleased to find a set of staggered city stairs.
I exited the flight halfway up to walk on a tiny street made of grass called Athens Street. It turned into Elm once it crossed into Wilkinsburg but I didn’t turn around just yet. I kept walking for a bit and pet a nice puppy on Foliage Street. Then, the street got strange. Just over the city limits border sat a compound. There was a normal looking house but behind it were two yards (separated by an alley) that were filled with all sorts of animals. I saw at least one dog, chickens, a donkey, and quite a few goats.
After my pseudo trip to the farm, I found myself on familiar-sounding streets: Seagirt, Tokay, Bricelyn, Bennett.
All of these streets are mentioned in the book Brothers and Keepers: A Memoir, by local author, John Edgar Wideman. I was getting closer to the now-famous Dornbush but I was distracted by my surroundings.
On Bricelyn, I saw this friendly boy who surprised me with his polydactyl paws!
He seemed perfectly happy with his feet even if his thumbs made him walk a bit pigeon-toed.
The kitty friend gave me a much needed rest before my climb. I came to the corner of Bricelyn and Dornbush and the behemoth rose before me like Morla in The Neverending Story.
There was a group of people standing in front of a house near the intersection that had watched me pet the cat. Now they were watching me climb and I could feel them wondering what kind of crazy I was.
That picture is not from the top but I did eventually get there. Afterwards, I no longer needed my gloves, hat or scarf. I was heated! I headed down Wilkinsburg Avenue and saw many discarded things in the woods.
Not in the woods.
In the woods…
…this desire path caught my eye. It was worn so well that I knew I had to investigate what would cause countless trips into the wood. Plus, if you look very closely, you can see street signs that are seemingly smack dab in the middle of trees! I went up to find…
I had visions of a man or woman chugging beers every day after work before heading home to an overbearing spouse. Or teenagers. It could always be teenagers.
I made my way to the street signs and they were, in fact, sitting on the edge of a pathway that maybe some time, long ago, was a street.
Google Maps was completely unsure what the names of the streets were in this area so I made edits to the maps. Hopefully now, the residents of Kilmer Street will be able to get pizza delivery without a huge explanation of their whereabouts.
I was getting hungry so I headed down to Frankstown. I saw a restaurant that seemed closed at the time but the market attached to it was serving hot prepared foods. I debated going inside but decided I needed a seat with my lunch. I started to walk away when a man called after me. He said that they were about to open the restaurant. I decided to wait a few minutes to see if that were true and we talked for a bit. Eventually, a woman came out of the market and said she wasn’t going to open because she wasn’t supposed to be there.
I kept walking and found my heart’s desire in a parking lot: a port-a-potty! I used it and felt like a new person. It’s not fun walking for 4.5 miles when you have to pee!
On Batavia Street, I found a rainwater collection drain that was recently put in by the mayor. It seemed like a really strange place for a project of this magnitude but what do I know? I’m not a city planner.
Not 100 feet away sat the most massive pile of tires I have ever seen outside of a town dump.
I was nearer to my car but saw a few more streets I needed to walk. I made quick work of them probably much like the scrapping of these two cars.