Posts Tagged ‘Monongahela River’
Operation Achpamsin
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Yeah, it was kind of a mistake going out on a day like this one. Middle to low 20’s in temperature, kind of wet, and quite windy. Days and days of accumulation of ice and snow were everywhere. No bueno.
Thinking to myself that Moe the Dog was probably wondering where I was right now, your humble narrator decided to cut off half of what he planned to do this day and begin the journey back to HQ in Dormont.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
First step was getting to the Monongahela River, and then crossing it.
Easy peasy, that. Just a matter of carefully crossing a few high volume streets, but soon I found myself at the Smithfield Street Bridge.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After walking over the river, and resigning myself to the fact that it was Sunday and that means that I’d be waiting a very long time for a CSX train to pass through on the tracks found beneath the bridge, I headed over to the light rail station and boarded a train set heading back towards HQ.
All told, this abortive effort ended up being about five miles worth of walking. Worth doing from an exercise POV, of course, but one yearned to wander aimlessly and ‘see some stuff.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The T dropped me off in Dormont. I had cooked a big meal the night before and had lots of leftovers sitting in the fridge, so no worries on the evening repast.
The various camera straps were adjusted into a comfortable situation and then I headed down the hill.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A bit of signage was observed, blocking the sidewalk while cautioning against something happening soon in a cryptic manner. Me? I was vouchsafing my gamey ankle while walking through all that ice where this thing was blocking the sidewalk. Sheesh.
So far, so good.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is the block in Dormont which HQ is found on the far corner of.
The hill doesn’t look as challenging or steep as it actually is in this shot, but there’s about five to six building stories worth of differential in just a thousand or so feet from one corner to the next. Usually when walking up the hill, midway, I take a minute to let my heart rate slow down.
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Who’s a big boy?
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Thump, thump, thump… my walking gait has improved significantly since the orthopedic incident, and one can scuttle normally again. Managed to not drag the affected limb about in recent efforts, and on this walk in particular (the longest one I’ve pulled off since the event) the ankle was playing ball and not troubling me overly.
Saying all that, I had to go into ‘junkie avoidance’ mode while scuttling this section of downtown Pittsburgh, as some ‘creature of the streets’ had noticed the camera and was conspicuously following me.
Crooks in Pittsburgh are blatant, and obvious.
It ain’t like Brooklyn, where you’re walking along peaceful and calm and then ‘blammo,’ and you wake up buck naked in a hospital with a cracked skull and there’s a cop there asking what your name is. Brooklyn street crooks would have already set up new credit card accounts using your stolen ID, even before the FDNY collected you off the sidewalk.
The crooks out here are mainly looking for something – anything – of value they can exchange for drug money.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve chatted with some of the street people here, whom I’d describe as being like ‘sick dogs.’ Suffering, hungry, cold, bereft of affection – they’re surface sympathetic characters all – but will randomly bite you if you let your guard down. Substance abuse is a toxic combination of two of the seven deadlies, specifically gluttony and sloth. It’s often hard to feel compassion towards a drunk, but there we are.
I went into my evasion mode. Walking a bit faster, erratic heel spins to signal that I knew he was following me. A couple of hard stares in his direction. Sick dogs back off, they don’t want prey that might fight back as it’s not worth the calories. The fellow broke off his pursuits, and disappeared into the grid.
Probably went looking for an old lady to push over, instead of this old man.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A peculiar street treatment involves a former department store location downtown, where the sidewalk proceeds through a tunnel. There’s a street here as well, and the entrance to the former department store’s parking lots. The street is an ‘alley,’ and it’s called Cherry Way.
The department store above me was the founding location of the Kaufmann’s empire. As an interesting aside, the scion of the Kaufmann family in the 1920’s – Edgar G. Kaufmann – commissioned Frank Lloyd Wright to design his offices, and also commissioned the architect to design a ‘country home’ for him.
That home would end up being Falling Water.
Who knew?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One continued along his lonely path. The next passage I was worrying about getting to was a bridge over the Monongahela River, which would carry me into some overly familiar areas on the southern bank.
This began the last third of my outing, and since I was interested in getting a few shots in of some trains…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Smithfield Street Bridge was crossed, and the overly bright sunlight situation began to abate as the orb began transiting behind Mount Washington, or more accurately Mount Washington got rotated into opposition to the thing.
Really have to avoid ‘solar maximum,’ timing wise, in the future.
My destination was the usual one, nearby that brewery along the train tracks which I often shoot from. Wasn’t going to be a ‘have a beer day,’ unfortunately, as I had things to do later in the evening and their progress wouldn’t have been helped by such inebriants.
As an aside, I write all of these posts on my iPad. Thereby, IOS spellcheck asserts itself often, and sometimes I’ll have to rewrite an entire sentence after I type the period due to rippling sentence wide changes it automatically makes. I’m often frustrated and sometimes amused by these changes, although it’s become a real chore to find all of them before hitting ‘schedule post.’
IOS spellcheck’s contribution of the day involves that word at the end of that last paragraph – ‘inebriants’ – which it turned into ‘I diss ants.’
Gotta love that. Just gotta.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On the other side of the river, a polychrome assortment of Porta-Johns were spotted. I like to think that these are all Tardis’s and that a Time Lord Convention was under way in Pittsburgh.
Back tomorrow with some ‘Hey Now’ and a Choo-choo.
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Allergic reactions
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The last installment from a recent walk around Pittsburgh, along one of the waterfront trails in the central part of the city. Pictured above is one of the inclines, ‘the red one,’ as I might call it.
The air temperature was dropping rapidly, with the wind kicking up. With every step, my will to continue this walk was evaporating.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One was bemused, by the signage and the evidence on the ground, indicating that the sign was in fact telling people that something interesting might be up on the hill, which the sign rendered as forbidden. You might as well tell children that they will never figure out where you hid the Christmas presents.
The sign should have said ‘pay your taxes, this way.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Locomotive traffic had fallen off, after those two trains moving under the West End Bridge had passed. One continued along, however, passing beneath the Fort Pitt Bridge.
This weather thing has been getting in my way. I was all set to attend two walking tours – two weekends in a row – which I had to back out of due to the ice and snow which has been glazing the steel city of late.
Have to constantly remind myself that due to the orthopedic incident, I have limitations now. Best to be conservative in my efforts for the next few months, and not risk any new injury. Tremulous, me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trail itself was perfectly clear of ice and snow, I should mention.
Regardless, my battery was starting to really run down. It wasn’t just my stamina that was ebbing, I literally mean that the camera battery was running low, as the cold reduces the amount of charge it can hold over time. A quick battery swap and soon I was back up to full power, camera wise.
Saying that, I was getting a bit bored. Luckily, the podcast I was listening to was in the process of introducing Caesar, and focusing in on the part of his career nobody ever talks about – when he was a populist lawyer, before he went to Gaul and became a general.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The T passed by me on the Panhandle Bridge, but I’d ready decided that I was going to summon a rideshare car for the ride back to HQ.
Normal custom for me would be to visit the Sly Fox Brewery and have a pint or two of beer, but it was far too wintry to sit outside and suffer the vainglory of hoping that a another train might pass through. I spent my beer money on a cab home instead. Brrr.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I hung about for around a half hour or so, anyway, and still nothing was coming through. Bah!
The car was summoned and soon I was fending off the affections of Moe the Dog back at HQ, in the Dormont section of Pittsburgh.
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Ends are always odd
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At the end of a medium length scuttle, and your humble narrator once again had a pint glass filled with a yummy oatmeal stout beer in his grubby mitt, and that’s when CSX #913 appeared.
Hey Now!
The locomotive was pulling a mixed up line of rail cars. Automotive cars, containers, even semi truck trailers were in line behind it.
A ‘GE ES44AC-H’ model locomotive, that’s what I’m told #913 is.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was there for the length of two drinks, about an hour, and the only train which passed through the CSX subdivision choke point during the interval was #913.
It gets dark really fast in Pittsburgh during the winter, as the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself lowers itself behind Mount Washington and probably Ohio, a deep shadow is cast.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s some of the semi trailers the train was hauling. I get comments all the time about only showing the locomotive engine, and not running shots of what it’s hauling, so there you are.
As the sky grew dim, and the air colder, I headed within and paid my tab. A quick visit to the loo followed, and then back out into the street.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An elevator was used to raise my point of view, and I hung around in the dark for a bit, hoping another train might be transiting through.
No such luck, and I made my way back out to the street. I’d be summoning a ride to get back to HQ, something easier accomplished from ‘up here’ rather than ‘down there.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Along the way, I couldn’t help but react to the ‘noir’ being offered up by those darkened streets. Spooky. This is what 5:30-6 p.m. looks like here.
It took a while for a cab to get to me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Eventually, the rideshare chariot arrived and a reunion with Our Lady of the Pentacle and Moe the Dog ensued. Good times.
Also, Merry Christmas to all you Goyem.
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Look fly, walk the sky
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After negotiating a path across the broken pavement of ‘Uptown’ and down to the pedestrian ramp of the Birmingham Bridge, which spans the Monongahela River here in Pittsburgh, your humble narrator leaned into it. This scuttle, other than satisfying my curiosity about a thing or two found behind me at the start, was all about working on retraining the musculature in my roadway interface in pursuit of speeding up my striding gait, in this post busted ankle period.
Long story short: Working on getting the spring back into the steps, me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After several months of picking pathways which would exercise other musculature in my roadway interface, which had atrophied during the recovery interval surrounding my shattered left ankle, it’s now the time to start working on the next phase of ‘getting back to normal’ – specifically endurance, and especially speed.
The endurance part is just about being able to keep myself moving, constantly, and not allowing any ‘sit downs’ or ‘quick breaks.’ The speed thing is returning, but I’m not talking about running here – rather I’m shooting for ‘walking with a purpose.’ Prior to the injury, I was moving at (according to my phone) between 2.6 and 3 miles per hour on average and up to 3.5/4 mph when needed. Post injury, my walking speed had dropped down to as low as 1.2 mph.
Over the last six months, I’ve gotten that number back up to 2.3 mph, which is ‘normal’ human walking speed for someone of my height. I’m hoping that by the Spring, I can get that back up to 3 mph, even if only for short bursts. It’ll likely be another year before I can even think about 4 mph.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ll conventionally ‘have a plan’ when going out for a walk, and particularly so in Pittsburgh with its steep hills and ‘cul de sac’ neighborhoods. In the last six months or so, these plans of mine have revolved around whichever physical tortures I can subject myself to in pursuit of getting back into whatever the hell ‘normal condition’ might mean for one such as myself.
The plan on this day was short and open – ‘check out Kirkpatrick Street on foot, and then walk across the bridge.’ ‘Whatever happens on the South Side will be up to serendipity.’ ‘I’d like to have a beer at the end of it and hopefully get a train shot or two.’ That was the entirety of my plan.
I knew where I’d be ending up, at least, at that brewery by the train tracks which has become a regular stop for me when in the area.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This scuttle was perpetrated on the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend, so the city was pretty much depopulated. I’m probably the only person on Earth who misses the COVID lockdowns, as I enjoyed the loneliness, but there you are.
The river was crossed, and I took a moment to scan around and figure out my next set of moves.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That distant ridge line in the shot above is where the South Side Slopes neighborhood is cantilevered out from the hillside and into space.
Those city steps posts which I’ve been showing y’all for a while largely play out up there. The area directly surrounding the Birmingham Bridge’s southern landing is either simply called the South Side or it’s the South Side Works if you want to get all technical and political.
I decided that I’d stick to the shoreline and walk along one of the riverfront trails. Might get to see a train, that way.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One last shot of Birmingham Bridge, and then off I scuttled. I stuck to the shadows, crawled along the edges of buildings, and generally moved along in the ‘spasmodic flying’ type of posture I’m known for.
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