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One more from the farm
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Just a few more shots from our visit to the Carter Farm in McDonald, and that’s a baby cow pictured above, wondering where all the people who had just been petting it were going.
Critters, huh?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
We had a pretty decent drive ahead of us to get back to HQ. A change of shoes was required, and I had prepared the car with a plastic garbage bag to throw our cow pie contaminated footwear into. We each had a clean pair of kicks in the car to change into, of course.
I’m still getting used to having the car as a carrying option, rather than just transporting everything on my back as I used to in NYC.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I kept on thinking about that Wyeth painting when looking at the Carter Farm’s driveway. Good news is that this is also the very first time that I used the Mobile Oppression Platform’s (a Toyota) ‘trail’ setting for the transmission.
Back tomorrow with something different.
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Bovid Ungulates, & the Sus Domesticus
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned yesterday, Our Lady of the Pentacle announced that she wanted to hug a cow and that she had purchased tickets for an AirBNB experience to do that very thing. We drove about 45 minutes to the Clark Farm, where the cows awaited. They host small groups of ten at the farm, and have a waiting list. It’s a ‘thing.’
As is the case with any ‘tour,’ a liability waiver needed to be signed and a safety talk given. When our host warned that cows often step on people’s feet, my eyes grew wide in horror.
At no point subsequently was I closer than ten feet to one of them. Not ankle safe, cows, is the message I ‘grokked.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This critter is a member of a special breed, the Scottish Highland. Our host handed out large metal combs to all the attendants, excepting myself. I had no intention of putting my still gamey ankle anywhere near these literal beasts, and I had the camera in my hand. Zoom lens, zoom lens.
Everybody else seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I decided it would be appropriate to wear a smile. I had to stop smiling because there were a lot of flies.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This cow was – apparently – incredibly pregnant, and would be dropping her calf soon. That made me even more ‘ankle nervous.’ This was difficult ground to walk around on as well, muddy with hidden cow pies and deep holes where the cows had left footprints. I was being ‘ultra’ careful.
Glad I wore an old pair of Merrells though, I tell’s ya. Straight into the trash when I got home, and we both brought a clean pair of shoes with us for the ride home after anticipating the poop walk. Yuck.
Nature is gross. There’s a reason our ancestors paved over everything.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This one was a baby cow. Everybody loved petting the baby cow.
I loved taking a picture of people petting the baby cow.
I tried grinning again, but it scared the baby cow.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There were other, adult but not incredibly pregnant, cows hanging around in a patch of shade offered by their barn, and they were busy yelling about something. Mooing, and such. ‘Not ankle safe’ thought I.
I’m not joking, I actually think like this now.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Just as we were gathering around the gift shop and preparing to leave, a pig (the Sus Domesticus mentioned in the title) appeared and seemed quite unhappy about the general situation.
Back next week.
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Old McDonald, and a farm
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
McDonald, Pennsylvania, where Our Lady of the Pentacle wanted to go recently, in pursuance of hugging a cow. The farm where such interspecial contact would occur is called the ‘Carter Farm’ aka ‘Hickory Hearth Highlands’ in the Washington County municipality of McDonald. Washington County is to the south and west of Allegheny County which is more or less synonymous geographically with ‘the City of Pittsburgh.’
McDonald is a very interesting place, to me at least, despite it being somewhat rural in character. I say ‘somewhat’ as it’s not terribly far from the titular center of the region at Downtown Pittsburgh (about 45-60 minutes of mostly highway driving). Also, I have nothing bad to say about rural, it’s just that most of my focus is on post industrial zones at the center of cities… so…
Last time that I mentioned McDonald here at Newtown Pentacle was in connection with walking a section of the Montour Trail, right before I broke my ankle last year. Matter of fact, I don’t even think this was McDonald we were in but that’s what came up with the address on the GPS… so…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a whole range of hydrocarbons under the ground in McDonald. Sure, there’s coal veins, it’s Appalachia and the border of West Virginia is only about a half hour’s drive from here. There was an oil boom here, starting in 1890. According to historic signage markers, The McDonald and nearby Bradford Oil Fields were amongst the most profitable and productive in the world for a while. Just like in Oil City to the north, the industry moved on, to Texas and California in its early days before it all became ‘Standard.’
Good news is that the oil guys are back, and hydrological fracturing is now the name of their game. What could go wrong?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Tomorrow, you’ll get to see the cows. Personally, I would love to set up the tripod and do some long and loving landscape photography here. Lovely.
The Farmer Lady who was our host told me that the planted stripes of different ground cover were laid out with water conservation in mind. It seems that the State of Pennsylvania invests no small amount of time and resource into encouraging this sort of practice amongst farmers. Bigger picture watershed stuff. This is a grain farm, commercially speaking. soybeans, and the sort of corn you grow for animal feed.
The cows and other critters are extra.
Back tomorrow with the moo cows.
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Gradum proximum
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As often stated, I’m fascinated by the parabolas and massing shapes of high speed roads, and the shaping of the overpasses and bridges which carry them. That’s a toll road pictured above, a relatively recent addition to the local milieu in Greater Pittsburgh referred to as the ‘Southern Beltway.’
AKA Pa. Route 576, this is a brand spanking new bit of infrastructure that opened for business in October of 2021.
The totality of this beltway project is staggering in terms of scale and just how long the Pennsylvania State Government has been both planning and slowly building it. The goal of the project is to eliminate a regional choke point in the current setup of high speed/volume roads which interchange in or close to downtown Pittsburgh where traffic density is highest.
To say that it’s a controversial project would vastly understate the ennui which modern day city planners and self described ‘urbanists’ feel towards the process of ‘jamming another highway through already densely populated areas.’
They will then mention Robert Moses disparagingly.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This Southern Beltway is meant to join up with other segments, eventually, and form a ring around Pittsburgh, creating high speed conduits to its satellite cities like PA.’s Uniontown, and connect to interstates leading to several nearby areas in Ohio and West Virginia. I’m told they use electronic tolling up there, but personally I avoid toll roads like the plague, unless there’s absolutely no other choice.
Don’t feel smug or provincial, New Yorkers. Every shred of traffic entering the five boroughs, or Long Island’s two counties, is dependent on the Verrazzano, George Washington, and Triboro bridges. Upper Manhattan, South Brooklyn, and Western Queens are your personal ‘choke points.’ Keep fighting about ‘affordable housing’ and bike lanes though, and ignore this basic delimiter as traffic gets worse and worse in NYC. Blame Uber and Lyft, as it’s politically simpler than building a tunnel connection to I-95 under Long Island Sound, and far cheaper than creating a barge to rail port at JFK airport in Jamaica Bay. There will never be a natural or manmade disaster you will need to get away from.
Keep saying it’s all Robert Moses’ fault.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One last shot of the McDonald Trestle from my way back to the car.
It was time to start preparing for a medical procedure which I’d need to endure that was just 48 hours away. Luckily, I got to eat some of the apples and corn I bought at a newly discovered farm stand before this kafkaesque nightmare began, and I had to start a ‘water fast.’
Sucked.
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Alta Via
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was a ‘short walk day’ which greeted your humble narrator, on a recent morning, and desire to get out of the City center of Pittsburgh dominated my waking thoughts. A half hour or so’s drive to the nearby community of McDonald, and the confluence of the Montour and Panhandle rail trails, was thereby executed. Along the way I found a farm stand, which had phenomenal apples and some pretty decent sweet corn on sale. Yum.
Pictured above is the McDonald Trestle. I’ve brought you here before, and offered a couple of posts about the location.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Down below, the water is still running orange due to drainage from a historical slag heap that shadows it. One was in need of a quiet and somewhat contemplative scuttle on this particular day, as weighty personal matters would be playing out in the next few days.
A medical procedure was scheduled for the end of this particular week, one which would involve anesthesia, and I was required to do a preparatory ‘water fast’ (amongst other things) for 24 hours in advance of the test. The docs insisted on this one, and I complied, but couldn’t pretend to be happy about it.
This procedure is normal stuff given my age, history, and various other medical conditions. I’m not supplying specifics, but if I describe the procedure as a ‘real pain in the butt,’ you can probably guess what it was that I was going to have to endure just a couple of days after these shots were captured.
Truth be told, the entire thing was just exhausting and no fun at all, but I got see a side of myself otherwise hidden so the ebullient joys of novelty were experienced. It was like that old movie Fantastic Voyage.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A humble narrator’s lizard brain was busily trying to cook up some excuse or logical reason that would allow me to back out of the procedure, as that inner voice was screaming in terror the whole time. More mature thinking superceded my howling terrors, and I thereby marched gleefully forward into the clutches of the medical enthusiasts. Saying that, knowing that I’d be down and out for a few days afterwards, an attempt to get as much exercise in as I could prior to the oncoming ordeal.
I don’t feel well if I don’t follow my normal exercise patterns.
The normal day on/day off pattern would be broken by the medical situation, however, and the walk pictured today and tomorrow occurred directly following the one you saw last week in the city’s center. This spot is probably no more than 20 miles from the center of things here in Pittsburgh. Urbanity scales away pretty quickly to small towns here.
Back tomorrow.
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