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Whitaker Flyover
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Recent endeavor was the causal agent of my oft repeated phrase of ‘every other day’ again, so a quick drive across Pittsburgh’s South Hills was perpetrated and soon I was scuttling along the Great Appalachian Passage trail nearby Homestead for one of my constitutional walks.
There’s a terrific amount of rail trackage in this area, and one’s expectations were not disappointed during direct observation.
That’s the Union RR pictured above, which is sort of the ‘house brand’ for U.S. Steel’s operations in the Monongahela Valley. By ‘house brand,’ I’m referring to the sort of private label products which supermarkets and other retailers offer – Kirkland at Costco, for instance.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Speaking of the Monongahela River, the Towboat Alquippa was passing by while I was at the Whitaker Flyover. It seemed to be towing mineral barges of – what looked like – gravel or concrete.
The Whitaker Flyover is just one part of the GAP trail’s many charms, a pedestrian and bicycle focused truss bridge that spans these busy rail tracks and allows egress from one section of the ‘rail trail’ to the next.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Norfolk Southern’s #4294 appeared at the head of a long snake. It was hauling a thoroughly consistent series of cargo cars which exuded a very familiar smell to one such as myself. It was NYC’s garbage heading west!
Back when I was doing the Newtown Creek tours around the waste transfer stations in Queens and Brooklyn, I’d always relate the experience of having asked a DSNY Commisioner what the destination for the City’s trash was. I was told ‘can’t tell you, Homeland Security.’
Those blue boxes were hard to miss as they moved through Pittsburgh’s Homestead section, however, as I’d often see them in the wild back home.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Ultimate destination? I’m guessing here, but this train was heading towards Ohio… so… do the math. There’s lots of mined out holes in the ground that need filling found in this part of the country, a holdover from back when there was a coal mining industry.
Good news? Future archaeologists are going to absolutely love us.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Union RR returned, and was the headed in the direction of the steel and coke plants found down river. I’m told that those are fairly old locomotive units which the Union RR uses, but that’s not too big a problem for them as these things are never too far from their home base at the mills. Long distance transport is accomplished by third parties like Norfolk Southern or CSX.
One was just hanging around on the Whitaker Flyover at this point, pacing from one side of the bridge to the other. About a dozen people appeared during this interval, mostly riding bikes. One or two of them were the official ‘bike bros’ type of jagoff, wearing the silky racing shirts and lycra shorts, and riding very expensive bicycles. These were the ones who said ‘get out of my way,’ as opposed to the normal people who ride bikes that simply said ‘Hi.’
Hey, yinz noticed how I used ‘jagoff’ there? I’m finding myself leaning into Pittsburgh idiom and slang occasionally. Next, I’m going to want french fries on the inside of my sandwiches.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After a few more minutes of restive waiting and pacing, yet another Norfolk Southern train set appeared, led by #4737. It was hauling what seemed like an entirely random series of cargo cars – tankers, car carriers, cargo shipping boxes.
It was starting to get a bit warm out, and the hour was growing late, but I also wanted to commit a bit of time to something else found along this path so I started heading that way to get on with all that.
Back tomorrow.
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W&LE, Montour Westland
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Created – as it was – from the remains of bankrupted railroad’s right of way, there are several branches of the Montour Trail found snaking around the hinterlands of Pittsburgh.
One of these branch lines, in particular – the Westland – is fascinating to me. The somewhat sudden emergence of an industry which harvests gas from the Marcellus Shale formation in Western Pennsylvania (and in other nearby states here in Appalachia) using the hydrological fracturing – aka ‘Fracking’ – methodology, has caused a new set of rail tracks to emerge that more or less mirrors the route of the old Montour Railroad.
Recent endeavor found a humble narrator in PA.’s Washington County, walking along the Montour Trail, and also encountering a rail yard used by the Wheeling & Lake Erie outfit along this route.
For a history of the Westland Branch of the Montour RR – I photographed a signboard which the rail to trail people have installed.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This was a lucky catch for me, as I had literally just scuttled up the trail from a nearby parking lot, and my arrival is exactly when the gates of the rail yard signaled an alarm and then opened up to receive this train. In the distance, a young eagle was twisting in the sky, and you could just make out the rumble of a diesel engine coming my way before it arrived.
The land surrounding this area is semi rural. A dairy farmer has a small property nearby and you could both smell and hear his cows just beyond the tree line. The trail itself was barely being used, besides myself there was some other guy jogging about and a young woman riding around on some fancy pants bicycle was also spotted.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Wheeling & Lake Erie train was hauling mainly tanker cars. Each one bore a screed exclaiming that ‘Liqueified Natural Gas’ was contained within. The fracking thing… well, I’m new here and I’ve got opinions.
Just like butt holes, opinions are, everyone’s got ‘em.
Serious consequence to ground water and seismic stability accompany the practice of ‘Fracking.’ Future generations will rue the day that our current civilization decided that harvesting this gas was a good idea.
Saying that, this industrial pursuit has accomplished a fifty year long quest to decouple the American economy from energy dependence on the Middle East, and consequently the United States has now become the leading exporter of hydrocarbons to the rest of the world. This has allowed the Foreign Policy types to introduce the Arabians to the Chinese and let them work things out between themselves. In my opinion, never have two groups of people deserved each other more, but that brings me back to buttholes.
It’s… complicated.
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Lucky scuttler
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At the end of a medium long walk, it was time for me to grab a beer at that brewery in Pittsburgh’s South Side Flats section which I’ve become a once every couple of weeks customer of. Just in the name of hydration, of course.
Just as I got to the intersection of a riverfront trail and the actual streets where it’s located, the rail track’s signal arms activated and CSX #5414 appeared, heading southeast.
After the thing passed by, I went into the brewery and ordered myself a glass of ice cold Pilsner. As is my habit, one gravitated to a table outside.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While quaffing, phone oriented attentions dominated, and I answered emails and returned a phone call. Soon, the signal arms activated again and CSX #3220 thundered past my position. ‘All in all, a pretty lucky day for trains’ thought I.
Satisfied with the refreshing beverage, I paid my tab and used an elevator to get up to the street level offered by the ‘Highline’ development. It’s about thirty to forty feet, I’d reckon, from down here to up there.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
When I got ‘up there,’ I heard the signal arms start chiming again, and was barely able to get into position when CSX#3091 appeared, hauling what appeared to be coal or coke mineral cars to the southeast.
So glad I was able to see all this, and share it with you lords and ladies, here at your Newtown Pentacle.
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Dumberer, and Dumbtastic
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The long walk upon which I ran out of gas, described this week, ended with a cab ride over to a brewery nearby the light rail station which would carry me home. Said brewery is found alongside a fairly busy rail corridor operated by the CSX outfit. While relaxing my sore back and rehydrating with a pint of Pilsner, the signal arms at the grade crossing of the tracks activated, and I painfully stumbled over to get a shot of the passing train.
That’s when I saw one of the most dumbass things I’ve witnessed in the last couple of years occurred. Guys on dirt bikes ignoring the warning bells, the stop lights, and racing across the tracks in front of a moving train.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trains don’t move terribly fast in this section for obvious reasons, but… Y’know, there’s a lot of ‘physics’ at work when you’re talking about locomotives. Getting hit by a slow moving train (15-20 mph) is somewhat related to getting shot by a fast moving bullet.
Had this kid miscalculated his crossing, hundreds of thousands of tons of mass would have been imparted to his bike and body. Parts of him would have become a red mist as he dismembered, and components of his bike would have gone airborne and landed dozens of feet from the point of impact. If the train operator had to hit the brakes to initiate a full stop, it would have taken the locomotive a good half mile to do so.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
You don’t screw around with trains, I always say. I used to say that about boats and ships in New York Harbor. It’s hard to conceive some of the titanic forces and physics surrounding such enormous machines, but as a reminder just keep saying to yourself ‘speed times mass.’ The reason a tiny bullet can pop a basketball size hole in you is ‘speed times mass,’ and the reason why a slow moving train can dismember you despite its relatively low traveling velocity is ‘speed times mass.’
Dumb, dumber, dumbest. This was some ‘Darwin Award’ shit right here.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The CSX unit was still blowing its horns as it passed through the grade crossing. One of the factors that the motorcyclist’s dumb move accomplished was introducing pure nightmare fuel for the operator of this locomotive. I’ve talked to NYC Subway personnel who experienced the hell of somebody jumping in front of a train they were operating, and have been told that it’s a life changing experience which never – ever – leaves you.
‘Eff you, motorcycle guy.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After getting the shot above, and finishing my pint of beer, a painful but short walk found me waiting for a T Light Rail car to shuttle me back to HQ. I was absolutely ‘out of gas,’ when I got home and prepared an evening meal. I wish I could say it was good, but I soon found myself in urgent physical distress, and didn’t finish it.
All I could think about was sleep, and found myself in bed by 9:30 p.m., a situation which Moe the Dog was highly in favor of. I was quite sore when I woke up the next morning, but had recovered from what was likely a heat and dehydration related physical crisis. Wow.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Lesson is: don’t ‘break the chain’ on regular exercise as it’s an absolute trial to get things started again. Also, I have to start carrying a water bottle with me during the summer. Also – yes, I was wearing a hat.
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Square peg, octagonal hole
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Another occasion whereupon I found myself acting as interlocutor for Our Lady of the Pentacle’s transit needs occurred. After dropping her off where she needed to go, providence soon found a humble narrator lurking about in Allegheny Commons Park, and waiting for a train, here in Pittsburgh. This is a spot which I’m somewhat enamored by, and one has lurked about at this POV more than once.
Norfolk Southern #617 appeared. A quick look around at various rail sources indicated this as being a ‘rebuilt road slug,’ which apparently indicates that Norfolk Southern’s Juniata shop, in Pennsylvania’s Altoona, built the unit out of spare parts they had in stock. I’m told this is a ‘thing.’
Who knew?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This choke point of tracks is a pretty active rail location, and the trains that drive through here are likely heading for either the set of tracks which follow the north side of the Allegheny River, or for the Fort Wayne Railroad Bridge (crossing the Allegheny) which provides access to a set of tracks that go through downtown Pittsburgh, and the old Pennsylvania RR station which also hosts Amtrak.
Can’t tell you where it went after it left my sight though, and I’m just barely able to speculate on its path. Such speculation indicates somewhat major progress for me, in understanding the many, many sets of rail tracks and ‘rights of way’ you’ll encounter while moving about in Pittsburgh. I’ve been paying attention.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Luckily, I was able to scuttle across the street without being struck by a car, and get a shot or two of #617 heading on the way towards wherever it was going. My phone chimed right then, and it was time to retrieve Our Lady from her assignation and return to HQ.
A quick scuttle over to the Mobile Oppression Platform ensued, followed by a drive, and then our reunion with Moe the Dog.
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