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Run and gun through Skunk Hollow
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
You may recall that – on Friday last – your humble narrator had involved himself the latest medium length scuttle here in Pittsburgh.
The walk began on the Bloomfield Bridge, and routed into the Bloomfield neighborhood, which posits itself as ‘Little Italy.’ The very day that I was moving through here was the start of an Italian heritage focused street fair called ‘Little Italy Days’ and a terrific amount of activity was underway to prepare for the event. I wanted nothing to do with all that, and my toes were pointed away from the festivities.
As also mentioned last week, this walk had a purpose, namely ‘cardio’ and I was attempting to move a bit faster than normal while kicking the dirt. Unfortunately it was terrifically hot out, which changed my plans.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My route diverted away from the population center, and down into Skunk Hollow.
This is a ravine, found between the prominences of the Polish Hill and Bloomfield sections, which returns visitors to the ‘grid’ of streets at the edge of the Lawrenceville section on its western side. The street is sharply graded, heading downwards.
I wouldn’t have complained if any trains had appeared while moving through here, but no ‘Hey Now!’ for me on this part of the scuttle.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As also mentioned above, it was ungodly hot out.
Additionally: The Newtown Pentacle time warp is very much still in effect, as a note. These shots are from the 13th of August, and the words are being inscribed at the end of the same month.
I waved the camera about a bit, but again – this outing was about making my ‘body’ work – rather than my ‘head.‘
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The path through Skunk Hollow is largely an industrial zone, with railroad tracks and neighboring contractor yards. Several times along the route, I had to take up a safe position as heavy trucks rolled past.
I mention ‘safety’ a bunch, and having been invited onto several industrial sites during my Newtown Creek years, one has received several ‘OSHA’ focused training sessions. Some of these sessions were only an hour or two in length, with others playing out over multiple days.
One of the facts embedded in my brain by the safety people is to stop moving, after acquiring a safe spot, and waiting until being acknowledged by the driver when a heavy truck is moving past you.
The whole trick to the ‘tradie’ world is expectations. What does a truck driver ‘expect’ you to do? What do you expect the truck will do? You ain’t gonna win a fight with a loaded dump truck moving at thirty plus miles per hour… so…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Admittedly, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t catch a shot of a train moving through the hollow, but there we are. It was too hot to stand around and wait. My big problem at this point revolved around a multi mile path in front of me that offered zero cover from the radiates of the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself. Shvitz!
What to do, what to do?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Back on the street grid… and wait a minute… that’s the Herron Avenue Bridge leading down from Polish Hill… which overflies… one of the busways! Salvation!
One of my stated goals has been to get ‘all familiar’ with Pittsburgh’s busway transit system, right? I’ve said that multiple times, right?
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Begin it, in Bloomfield
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator is ruled by obeisance to several aphorisms of his own creation, one of which is ‘say what you do and do what you say.’
The first part of that is about being honest and frank when the subject involves personal failings, whereas the latter revolves around getting shit done. Back before all that arctic weather had taken over Pittsburgh for a month – with the ice walls, slush lakes, and treacherous pavement – one had declared that he would return to a certain place for a deeper look, and to explore a secondary lower pathway through the landform.
Last time through this landform, I had followed the upper Gold Way and Melwood Avenue path, which clings to the side of Polish Hill and looks down into a ravine, which I later learned bears the wonderful nomen of ‘Skunk Hollow.’ I said I’d be back, and I do what I say.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This scuttle, which ended up being about ten miles all told, started along Baum Boulevard, in Pittsburgh’s Bloomfield. First stop was called ‘Gross Street,’ and Y’know what? It kind of was.
This point of access to that ravine is blocked off by some sort of secure site, all fenced with cameras and signs and all of the ‘stay out’ sort of stuff. The street grade here would be surprisingly steep anywhere else, but it’s Pittsburgh. It was climatologically lovely out, with temperatures in the high 40’s and a clear sky. Nearly all of the ice and snow had rotted away.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The steel structures pictured are the support piers of the Millvale Avenue bridge, spanning the ravine. It’s a pretty simple truss bridge, carrying local traffic high above. I didn’t see much point in heading all the way down there on this walk, since I was in ‘scouting mode.’
As an aside, it is just so joyous to me that I can actually walk like this again. After the ‘orthopedic incident,’ wherein my left ankle was shattered in an accident at home, it wasn’t entirely certain what my capabilities would be afterwards. It still hurts, all the time, but there we are.
I’ve also got arthritis in the joint now, and that’s also a joy, but at least I know when it’s going to rain.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Abandoned houses… you start not noticing them as there’s so many.
A new Mayor has been elected to lead Pittsburgh, and declarations have been made that the abandoned building problem is a high priority for the new administration, and expensive solutions have been offered. Apparently, it’s all about the budget, as it costs the city about $35k to demolish a house and cart away its remains. Estimates by the new administration state that there are north of 3,000 such properties just within the municipal borders of Pittsburgh, and that ends up being a whole lot of municipal cheddar which they can’t spend on far more sympathetic groups like widows and orphans instead.
I spent a lot of time trying to get the politicians to care about sewers and garbage back in Queens. They’d much rather cut the ribbon on a new park or school, than one on a new sewer plant.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Bloomfield, which I’m told was historically Pittsburgh’s ‘little italy’ section, uses every single inch of space that a property lot defines.
The NYC way of describing the setup out here would say ‘they live ‘cheek by jowl’ with each other.’ The residential setups in this part of Bloomfield are small one and two story private homes, of the type called ‘mill worker’ housing, which you’ll see all over Pittsburgh. These aren’t ‘coal town’ houses, as that’s a different category. Gotta imagine that this neighborhood must have been a fun place to be a kid, and it reminds me a bit of the part of Flatlands/Canarsie where I grew up back in the world’s one ‘true’ place – Brooklyn.
Onwards, ever onwards…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Where Edmond Street meets Juniper Street, that’s where I’d be leaving what passes for a street grid in Pittsburgh’s Bloomfield, and heading down into the Skunk Hollow Ravine for a bit of low core exploring.
As is my habit, I had clicked through the route in advance using Google Maps’ street view function, to know what to expect and to ensure that I wasn’t walking into a ‘cul-de-sac’ with a steep price of exit.
More tomorrow.
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DUBBO?
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the second of its name, 1986 vintage, Bloomfield Bridge which is flying about in today’s post. The area I was moving through at this point of a quite long walk is called ‘Skunk Hollow.’
Imagine my surprise – incidentally – when leaning into my old standard of a ‘Down Under’ joke for obscure areas surrounding bridges, that somebody had beaten me to the punch on “DUBBO” or Down Under the Bloomfield Bridge Onramp.
Going to have to go check out Skunk Hollow in the future – from down below – I think.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At some unknown spot along the path, the alley street I was scuttling on which is called ‘Gold Way,’ accessed via a ‘Melwood Avenue,’ transmogrified back into being ‘Melwood Avenue’ again. It’s all very confusing out here.
This long walk is part of my larger effort to scuttle through several of the areas found on the central ‘Golden Triangle’ of Pittsburgh that has been playing out for a bit. I try to focus my efforts, and some attention has been paid to the areas directly surrounding Skunk Hollow over these last few months.
Bloomfield got mention and photographs in this series, and the only post which has any connection to Skunk Hollow was this one (and I had no real idea what I was looking at, it should be mentioned). I’ve been working my way inland, from the Allegheny River, on both its northern and southern shores in recent months. I’m the curious type, see.
If it weren’t for the orthopedic incident, actually, you would have seen many of these explorations playing out last year.
I have absolutely not been doing any sort of historic research, at all
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There was a protected path for pedestrians, noticed behind the guard rail on one side of the road, which was paved in the same asphalt as this roadway. It was covered in vegetative detritus from the hillsides, the pedestrian lane. This ground cover hid a bit of black ice, but that wasn’t any sort of real obstacle.
An opportunity for a quick sit down was realized and undertaken here, which saw me resting the ole derrière upon that guard rail. After a quick minute I stood up and rekajiggered my garments, and the straps for both camera and bag, then leaned back into it. The ankle continued to play ball and not cause me any angst, grief, or pain.
Discussing the effort with a friend afterwards, I was told that after crossing under the Bloomfield Bridge, Skunk Hollow gives way to and is associated with being a part of Polish Hill. Polish Hill offers a couple of bridges to get down from its heights into a street grid dominated by a primary artery called ‘Penn Avenue,’ which is scribed into the mostly flat flood plain areas that are defined by the Strip, and Downtown.
As mentioned above, systematic.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s part of the Bloomfield Bridge pictured above, and as you can see – it’s ‘DUBBO.’
While researching this walk, another path through Skunk Hollow emerged which I’ll be walking at some later point when the weather warms up a bit. This post is being written during the 3rd week of January, as a note, and a big winter storm is forecast to drop a Snowpocalypse on huge swaths of the country and that’s meant to be followed by some sort of Norse Apocalypse – a ‘Fimbulwinter.’
Given the spate of National and International news, it very much feels like Ragnarök is near. Listen for three roosters crowing simultaneously, that’s how it’s supposed to start.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Something which looks like paintball splatter adorns the pier of the bridge.
One continued on, scuttling along. Ever scuttling…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Residential structures signaled my arrival on Polish Hill proper. As the name would suggest, there’s a lot of Poles who live or lived here. The whole area smells like pierogis.
Just kidding… it’s actually quite lovely up on Polish Hill, with these tiny wood frame homes set along the walls of the Skunk Hollow ravine.
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Gold Way, baby
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Peculiar. That’s how I’d describe the sensation of scuttling along ‘Gold Way’ here in Pittsburgh. As described previously, when you encounter a signed and maintained ‘on the map’ street hereabouts whose nomenclature includes the word ‘way,’ it’s functionally an alley.
As an aside, GPS navigation software seems entirely unaware of the nature of these alleys, and will often route you along them without a consideration as to their nature. Not too much of an issue here on Gold Way, which is obviously maintained as an actual street, but in several sections of Pittsburgh the ‘ways’ are where deliveries happen, garbage is stored for pick up, or the roadway itself is semi private and maintained by neighborhood home owners. In the latter cases and because obviously no home owner is willingly going to be bringing in a paving crew, the pavement on these way streets seems to be a lot like driving down some Iraqi road which the Americans had bombed.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This path was fascinating. No sidewalks, but there wasn’t an abundance of vehicle traffic so no biggie. The dumbass bike people got the city to drop in speed humps and paint bike lane iconography on the pavement, but there’s no concrete separation between bike riders and automobiles. What’s missing here are freaking sidewalks, actually, but the bicycle people don’t care about that. They’re involved in ‘the war on cars.’
I wasn’t really sure what neighborhood I was moving through for the next mile or so, but conversation with a friend who’s a local suggests that I was moving alongside the steep section of Polish Hill. I later would find out it was called ‘Skunk Hollow.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Along the way, City Steps were observed. At some unknown point along this path, Gold Way transmogrifies into Melwood Avenue. That’s all I can tell you, as this was an exploratory experience.
To be honest, I was really enjoying the sensation of being ‘backstage.’
Spent my time observing and waving the camera about, but remained cognizant that I was essentially looking into someone’s back yard everytime I was gazing over a fence.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve mentioned the ‘germanity’ which you might notice in the design and decorative motifs of the older housing stock here in Pittsburgh.
Back in Queens, specifically Astoria and LIC, the German immigrants of the late 19th and early 20th centuries were largely skilled laborers who specialized in cabinetry, and general carpentry. At first these skilled laborers were drawn in to work for Steinway or Sohmer to work on pianos, but an enormous number of these German wood workers persisted in Western Queens. Cabinetry and furniture manufacturing used to be a ‘thing’ in Astoria and its neighboring communities. Astoria is associated in modernity with Greeks and Slavs, but historically speaking it was catholic Germans who built the place. I used to live across the street from the Chian Federation Building on 44th street, for instance, which was once the LIC Turn Verein.
As is usually the case in the Northeastern United States, when one ethnic group reaches critical mass, its population begins to move away and leave the old neighborhood behind. Just like Astoria and North Brooklyn, when the Germans moved out, the Slavs moved in. In the case of Pittsburgh, the ‘new’ people also seem to have largely been Slovaks, Serbs, and especially Poles.
I absolutely have not been doing any sort of historic research at all. None, not a bit. Gave all that up, me. I’ve cultivated becoming ‘incurious.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve often thought that it must just suck having an abandoned building pop up next to your home. Got to imagine that eating a monthly bill for pest control just becomes a new line item on your monthly nut.
My next door neighbor here in Dormont is an asshole. Wasn’t terribly upset for him when his house burned down and left behind a windowless brick box, me. While the house was being rebuilt, a flock of sparrows decided to nest inside. I liked hearing them sing while I was sitting in that wheelchair last year, mind you, but still… luckily… it was only birds.
Unfortunately, they rebuilt the house and my asshole neighbors returned.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One continued on his lonely path.
Along the way, I was psychically carving myself a new butthole, while thinking about my many regrets and multitudinous mistakes. As is often described, my particular form of crazy involves a lack of acknowledgment for all the things that I’ve done successfully over the years. Instead, my inner dialogue is usually focused on something like failing a math test in the 4th grade.
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Golden path?
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Continuing with a fairly long walk here in the Paris of Appalachia, called Pittsburgh by most of the nation’s children.
After marching down Baum Blvd., once known as “Auto Row,” from the East Liberty neighborhood, one turned rightward onto a side street called Melwood Avenue. Just before the turn, a viewpoint of the ‘Neville Street Ramp’ which serves one of the busways was recorded, and it sits alongside a set of RR tracks that used to belong to the Pennsylvania Rail Road Company.
Presumptively, these tracks might be the path through town which Amtrak uses, then? Time will tell. I’ll let you know. (Amtrak does use these tracks for its Floridian service, as it turns out, so yes).
Certainly not doing any sort of research, me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As I’ve often mentioned over the last 36 months, I still haven’t taken a ‘regular’ bus here in Pittsburgh. Part of that is that we own a car, Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself. Another reason is that I’m a 15 minute walk away from a light rail line. I have been on a Pittsburgh bus for a short interval, but it was a construction shuttle that was running when the T light rail’s tracks were receiving maintenance attention.
The bus system is fairly byzantine here. When Pittsburgh began mothballing its old Trolley system, it seems, the bus lines which replaced the trolley used the old Trolley line route numbering system. The 51 Trolley became the 51 bus, in essence. This was done in order to avoid confusion in the 1960’s, mind you, but since there’s virtually zero connectivity between ‘then’ and ‘now’… it’s a bit of a challenge to understand the system.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s where Google’s AI comes in, which I’m planning a ‘busway day’ with. The plan will be to use an express bus to go to the terminal stops on the three busways and then use local buses which I’ll ‘hop on and off’ of so as to absorb as much of the scenery as I can along these discrete corridors. Should be interesting. To me, at least.
Something to do… breaking up the gray expanses… offering myself up to probable derision and hatred from strangers while out in the world…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Belgian Blocks. I’ll even accept pavers. These are NOT cobblestones.
Sorry, point of pedantry there for me.
The right turn was executed, and Baum Blvd. was left behind.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Melwood Avenue, pictured above.
This was a short leg of the walk, only about two to three blocks in length before it dead ended (that’s what the ‘No Outlet’ sign indicates.) This was a mixed zoning area, with high density residential sharing the street with automotive, commercial, and light industrial businesses.
I was actively looking for the left turn I’d need to make to continue with the plan. As mentioned at the start of all this – it was a great day weather wise and I really wanted to push myself and see where the ankle is. Ever since the orthopedic incident literally hobbled me, I’ve been absolutely attacking the ideation of limitations on my movements. Lots and lots of walking during the last year has delivered me back into fettle, and I need to continue improving the situation.
As is often stated: If I stop moving, I’ll stop moving.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is the intersection I was looking for. A steep one block ascent to a street called ‘Gold Way.’ As previously stated – if a street in Pittsburgh is called a ‘Way,’ it’s an alley. I normally avoid walking through the ‘Way’ streets since it’s essentially someone’s back yard (New Yorkers, think ‘community drive’) and it’s got to be weird seeing a stranger with a camera walking through.
Back tomorrow with the Golden Path, or just a ‘Gold Way.’
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