Posts Tagged ‘Eliza Furnace Trail’
Say goodbye to Aunt Eliza
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After having scuttled upon the Eliza Furnace Trail on the northern shore of the Monongahela River, your humble narrator reached the spot where he’d break off the trail and reenter the street grid (as it were) so as to cross the water and get over to the southern shore.
My plan was to cross the river via the South Tenth Street Bridge.
The section of the rail trail before me is referred to colloquially as ‘The Jail Trail,’ as it passes directly past the city’s jail, which is also right next door to an enormous homeless shelter. No bueno.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A Towboat was spotted, towing a few barges under the Birmingham Bridge, but it was pretty far away and I can’t tell you much about it. Luckily, zoom lens.
I cut across a parking lot to get to where I needed to be.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This sidewalk led to an intersection with the South Tenth Street Bridge, and coincidentally – the bridge’s intersection with the Armstrong Tunnel.
My goodness, it’s almost as if there’s a method behind all the madness.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator was experiencing a bit of a lull in his energy levels. It had been a nice day climate wise, but the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself had been bobbing about in the sky, and the Eliza Trail offers little or any shade, so I was feeling a bit warm and fatigued.
Sol Invictus indeed.
Ebb and flow. Time for a quick break.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Looking back at where I’d been, in that nest of ramps feeding to and from the Birmingham Bridge.
Luckily, a shady spot awaited me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Other than a plague of Spotted Lanternfiles who seemed to be reproducing as I watched, this little shady spot gave me a minute to unload the camera bag off of my back, and slurp down some of the water I had been carrying with me in that Nalgene water bottle so recently added to the kit.
I hate the weight of carrying water, yet enjoy its recuperative property. It’s a dichotomy, but I’m just like the kiwi – a fuzzy little fruit with a lot of personality. Man, I do miss having a Bodega on every corner…
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Eliza Trailing, part 2
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator was scuttling along the Eliza Furnace Trail in Pittsburgh, when we left off last week, and here we are!
This pathway is a former ‘right of way’ and track bed once owned by the B&O railroad, which has been converted over to a ‘rail trail,’ and the ‘zone’ hereabouts used to be defined by the presence of an enormous steel mill and iron furnace operated by an outfit known as the J&L Steel Company.
All caught up.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As has been offered in the past, I’m visually fascinated by all of the massing shapes and parabolas offered by the many, many highway ramps in this area. This post, from July of this year, shows the scene I was scuttling through as seen from above.
Up, down, all around.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The only hazard encountered down here involves bike riders, funnily enough. The E-Bikes you see in Pittsburgh are a bit overpowered due to all the hills, and when a rider is on a flat surface like this – they can get up to a truly inspiring speed. Some dude rode past me at what had to be thirty or forty mph. Then another dude did, and another…
Proof of a long running argument I had with the ‘bicycle people’ back in NYC, who assign all bad behavior on the streets to cars and trucks, and present bike riders as some kind of noble pilgrims who will lead us all to a world enjoying a decarbonized future. I’ve always laughed out loud at this.
Give someone a chance to be a dick, they’ll take it, every time.
That’s my POV. Allow somebody to ride a de facto electric motorcycle on a bike and pedestrian path with zero enforcement of ‘norms,’ you’ll soon get (mostly) guys riding at top speed on the Eliza Furnace Trail, while weaving around joggers, humble narrators, and baby carriages at speed.
Know what the solution to this situation is going to be, you self important jackasses? Speed bumps and traffic calming. Operator Licenses, registration plates or stickers, and vehicle insurance. You reap, and then the government will sow.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Ramps, ramps, ramps.
The ones above are part of a complex interface with local streets that the Birmingham Bridge offers. I walk over this bridge fairly frequently.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s Pittsburgh’s Second Avenue down there, which is not a terribly nice place to walk, so I stick to the trail instead.
The plan for the afternoon would continue on the other side of the river, and I’d be crossing it about a mile and change from this spot.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a section of Eliza Trail where you’re more or less parallel with an interstate (I-376) high speed road. 376 in this section is meant to be speed limited at 40 mph, but it’s common to have people blast past you at 80 on the ‘Parkway East.’
For you New Yorkers, this motor vehicles only road is Pittsburgh’s equivalent to the FDR drive, or the Henry Hudson Parkway – the last hurdle for motorists on their way out of the city. The section pictured here would be analogous to the FDR route just north of the UN, heading towards Triborough. At 80 mph.
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Eliza Trailing, part 1
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator had begun his daily scuttling, along a pathway offered by the Eliza Furnace Rail Trail – set into the former ‘right of way’ of the B&O Railroad – which travels along the northern shore of the Monongahela River here in Pittsburgh.
My goal for the day essentially boiled down to getting some exercise, with the hope that something interesting might appear in front of the camera as I was scuttling along. Headphones were in, and I was listening to a playlist of the Diana Ross era of the Supremes.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The river facing properties used to house an iron furnace, and a steel mill, both operated by an outfit called ‘Jones and Laughlin’ or simply ‘J&L’ which shuttered back in 1968.
Pittsburgh is still trying to figure out what to do with all the post industrial land in this ‘zone.’ I see announcements of salvation being offered by some out of state real estate developer or investment group in the newspaper periodically, but nobody seems to be turning many shovels of dirt over on the property.
One’s toes were pointing in a northwesterly direction, towards the apogee of the central peninsula of the city. The ultimate goal was to get back to the T Light Rail for a ride back to HQ, but that would be hours away.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Part of the mill’s former campus has been redeveloped, as a note.
There’s a sort of ‘tech incubator’ operation found alongside the Hot Metal Bridge, one which brings in tech company investment and expertise to fund whatever cutting edge stuff that the students at PITT and CMU are dreaming up.
The ‘J & L’ outfit were located on both shores of the river here, and the original built purpose of this bridge was for railroad units that carried molten metals, in ingots, back and forth.
The Hot Metal Bridge, as it’s called in modernity, has been converted over to vehicular and pedestrian/bike usage. Also, the colloquial name of ‘Hot Metal Bridge’ is commonly applied to a LOT of bridges around these parts, but it’s ‘officially’ the name of this one – now.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Pittsburgh and its neighbors use a numbering system for their addresses which translates to describing the ‘blocks’ that streets are a part of. If you were calling 911 to report a traffic accident or something, and didn’t know the specific address, you’d say ‘I’m on the 0000 block of Hot Metal Street’ to the operator. It’s the same system that Los Angeles and other cities use, and you’re likely familiar with its language due to having watched the TV show Dragnet. NYC, behind the scenes, uses this sort of language, but it isn’t ‘colloquial’ used by the citizenry back home as it is here. In NYC, it’s “X avenue” between “Y” and “Z” streets that you’d report a location to a 911 operator via.
Neat.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trail itself has very few official ‘on and off’ opportunities.
You’re kind of ‘locked in’ for long stretches. Every so often, you’ll encounter a ‘desire path’ which indicates places where folks are ‘voting with their feet’ for an entrance or exit.
For those unfamiliar with the terminology, a ‘desire path’ is created by citizenry who seek out the shortest possible route between two points. You’ll notice dirt paths through planted grassy areas which break off from the sidewalk or something. A city planner wanted you to walk ‘that’ way and follow the pavement, but you and a whole lot of other people are going ‘this’ way instead. Over the course of time, and after tens of thousands of footfalls, that ‘desire path’ becomes a compacted and obvious ‘way.’
Desire Paths are one of the things I look for when wandering about. Sometimes they lead to well populated Homeless encampments, other times they lead to wonders. You don’t know till you’ve looked.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The headphones were still solidly in my ears for this walk but I abandoned the musical playlist in favor of spoken word.
I switched to an old favorite on my Lovecraft Audio Books playlist – the 1989 Garrick Hagon performance of ‘The Call of Cthulhu.’ Google this one for a non YouTube version, as it’s seems to be available through streamers like Spotify, and the mp3 file is also available for download from a variety of sources. Good stuff.
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Shadow of the furnaces
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As established yesterday, your humble narrator used a rideshare cab to get from Dormont in Pittsburgh’s South Hills region to the Greenfield section, which is found on the central peninsula of the city along the northern shoreline of the Monongahela River.
Well… more accurately, Greenfield is ‘up there’ in the hills, and the relatively flat area that I was dropped into is called ‘The Run.’
Just as I got out of the car, a fire engine came screaming past.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Walking under those bridge spans would point your toes towards ‘Panther Hollow,’ which is a ravine that leads back to Oakland through a park, and Oakland is where the big universities are found. I’ve taken that walk before. To be truthful, I’ve done the very walk which I was about to take before as well.
Critically, one of the things I try to remind myself of is that every walk DOES NOT need to be a marathon or somehow evoke memories of Odysseus trying to return home after the Trojan War.
I’ve been trying to prove to myself that the busted ankle is ‘A-OK’ even though it never will be again, and honestly – every now and then I need to not feel like I’m about to get killed by speedy vehicle traffic.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The pathway for this one, thereby, involved a nice safe rail trail which is entirely separated from vehicle flow. Of course, there were guys riding past me at 40 mph on e-bikes, but there we are.
Pictured is a former rail trestle which has been converted over to recreational usage, and it’s dubbed as being the ‘Eliza Furnace Trail.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s a minor palaver to find the entrance to the facility, and there is indeed a parking lot available.
As often stated, however, I like to leave the car at home on days like this since it becomes an anchor pulling me back to wherever I started the walk. This ‘anchoring’ thing severely limits my options as far as serendipity, discovery, and distance are concerned. The solution, for the ‘inner ring’ of Pittsburgh at least, has been to just get dropped off where I want to start and then scuttle about to where I need to go to get home.
I used to do something similar in NYC – walking from Astoria to Flushing, for example – and then taking the 7 back through LIC. Alternately, riding the G to Smith/9th street and then walking from Red Hook back to Astoria.
I’m all ‘effed up.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Luckily, I was able to pass under that overpass without bumping my head, given the nearly seven feet between the button on the top of my ball cap and that ‘13 ft 6 in’ signage indicated restriction. Close one.
My plan for the afternoon was fairly simple; walk the Eliza Trail over to the South Tenth Street Bridge, cross the river, drink a beer while photographing trains, make another quick stop where some people I wanted to meet would be holding an event, and then ride home of the Light Rail.
Oh, and take a million photos along the way.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As far as the Eliza Trail itself, and the elevated pathway which it takes along the Monongahela River, the logo above should signify the origins of this particular path.
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Nice parabolas, baby
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I really, really miss wearing head phones and listening to audio books on these long walks. I broke that habit, long held, during COVID and since. The streets got lonely, and since all things evil are born from loneliness, bad things were more likely to occur. Caution became a part of my tools. I need to hear the signaling slap of a sneaker upon the pavement, and can’t intentionally occlude or filter out the auditory environment anymore. Everything got weird during COVID, and it’s stayed that way, even here in Pittsburgh.
Instead, I now philosophize during these intervals. The ‘take pictures’ side of me is actively at work, and quite busy doing stuff, but there’s a whole different layer buzzing away behind the eyes and between the ears while I’m clicking the buttons on the camera. It’s where phraseology like ‘all things evil are born from loneliness’ comes from.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On this particular walk, what I was engaging in was mostly ‘background worrying.’ In this case, it was a website design impasse I found myself at, but there you go. I was mentally working out different solutions to a design problem, which I’d attempt upon getting back home again and sitting in front of The Device. I also wondered about the best way to chop onions, and considered the current gas mileage statistics of my Mobile Oppression Platform parked back in the driveway at HQ. It was quite humid out, and I was ‘sweating bullets.’
This was also one of the outings where I was intentionally traveling light – one zoom lens, two primes, one camera. No tripods, filters, nothing. Just me and the camera.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While considering the musical impact of the 1960’s animated children’s cartoon Underdog’s theme song has had on Popular Music, and then entertaining myself along the way with fanciful imaginings about starting a religious cult, realization that the ‘turnaround point’ I’d been walking towards was arrived at.
One last look back at the Eliza Trail, and then over the Monongahela River didst I scuttle.
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