Unique Streets: 23
Miles Walked: 7.26
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day): Parnell Way, Bigelow Street, Shields Street, McCaslin Street, Wasser Way, Tesla Way, Loretta Street, Millington Road, Melbourne Street, Frank Street, Hazelwood Avenue, Notley Street, Braywood Way, Bray Street, Saline Street, Beechwood Boulevard, Shady Avenue Extension, Ludwick Street, Ventner Way, Landview Road, Lomar Way, Luster Road, Rosemoor Street, Lilac Street, Shady Avenue, Caton Street, Caton Place, Monitor Street, Sandel Way, Anita Avenue, Gilda Avenue, Fernwald Road, Rosemont Lane, Guy Street, Quinn Drive, Kemper Street, Overton Lane, Parkview Boulevard, Burketon Lane, Shelburne Lane, Browns Hill Road, Imogene Road, Greenfield Avenue, Exeter Street, Tesla Street, Susanna Court
Man, it was cold. This sign (the second sign like this I’ve seen on a pole in Greenfield) said “Not Cool Robert Frost.” I’m pretty sure that the sentiment didn’t refer to the weather and more the fact that the less-travelled road didn’t have an exit, but it was the first thing I thought of.
The weather was frightful and it began snowing the further I got from my car.
I took a little detour through Calvary Catholic Cemetery hoping there was a way to get out to another street but there wasn’t. Fences all around made me wonder if it was to keep people out or something in.
After my walk through the cemetery I made my way to Speedway for some hot tea. They surprisingly didn’t have any honey but a nice man getting coffee told me he had some packets in his car. He gave me some and I set off again. I found another strange sign on the corner of Saline Street and Beechwood Boulevard.
I then meandered a bunch of roads that ran off of Beechwood Boulevard. This sign was also strange, but not as strange as the looks I got when I stopped to take a picture of it.
The area is affluent and I don’t think I seemed like I belonged there. Plus, I walked on every street that said it was “Private.”
Then, the walk started to get weird.
I decided I would walk down Guy Street to Kemper and even though it was supposedly a dead end, I thought I might be able to get into new Summerset Development that sits on top of an old Duquesne Steel Company slag heap. My gamble paid dividends. I started walking down and realized that this little holler resembled nothing I’d seen before on this walk. The houses were well-worn and adorned with things that would be strange on even the hippest street in Lawrenceville.
At the dead end portion of Kemper, I decided to try and find a way out without going back up. I skirted a line of young woods that displayed NO TRESPASSING signs and a property that seemed to be home to a single garage. And then I found a Bamboo Forest.
Under the cover of the tall reeds, I was sheltered from the increasing snow. I stood there in the silence contemplating the peace for a bit.
I was able to slug through dying Japanese Knotweed to Biltmore Lane and found myself on the edge of Frick Park.
The valley below was home to Nine Mile Run and Duck Hollow.
I’d walked there with George just over two months ago and the green leaves and warm weather made it seem like a different planet.