Posts Tagged ‘West Carson Street’
Crossing, Mon
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Pictured is a narrow band of relative safety one occupied to the right of that white line, which the trail I had been walking upon spit me out onto.
Luckily, it was a fairly low traffic day, when I suddenly had to try and not die while scuttling along this stretch. At the end of the elevated ramp, I was able to execute what can currently pass as ‘running,’ to get to the other side of the street where a sidewalk existed. The busted ankle situation persists in terms of not being able to run properly.
Effin Pittsburgh…
Y’know, people out here, they’ll get after me here for cussin. I don’t know how you don’t curse a blue streak when encountering this… it’s exactly the sort of thing which makes me want to engage with the ‘powers that be.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Safely on a sidewalk, my next set of moves involved getting back to HQ in Dormont. My original plan was to simply walk to the Station Square stop for the T light rail system, which is found a mile or two down the road.
Saying that, it was really hot out, and I decided to ‘punk.’
I’d save a bunch of walking, and cross the river via the Fort Pitt bridge, then catch a T ride at one of the downtown stations instead. Win!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Fort Pitt Bridge is a complicated beast, and especially so when one is driving southwards. A series of high speed roads converge via multiple on-ramps to the bridge, which all resolve into singular travel lanes.
To head to the airport, for instance, you need to exit the span via a portal on the far left side of the bridge. To exit to local streets or head west, you need to bear over to the far right. This creates an ‘X’ shaped interchange for high speed traffic that is converging from three distinct sources.
Factor in the aggressive style of driving common to most in Pittsburgh, and you’ve got a nonstop traffic jam which plays out 24/7 – as drivers cross multiple lanes of traffic to position themselves for those two exits from the span. The aggressive driving figures in to this as they all try to ‘eff each over to get into their desired lanes, which they all try to do immediately upon entering the span. Not fifty or a hundred feet ahead, where it’s easy… no… not the Yinzers. They need to get into their lane right ‘effin now, lest somebody take something away from them.
Of course, they’ll ALL try to do the complicated merge asap and at speed, rather than just slowing down and traveling another fifty feet to… bah…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I enjoy walking over this bridge, but then again I famously like horrible things. As mentioned at the start of this scuttle, which began up on Mount Washington and included the Emerald View Trail which provided a diagonal westward path down off of the landform, and it was quite uncomfortable out – climate wise.
High summer, humid, ‘shvitzy.’
One way or the other, however, I had to get to the T light rail as it sure wasn’t going to be coming to me, and thusly ‘leaned into it’ for the last leg of this one. At least it was in the shade…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the described point of conflict on the Fort Pitt Bridge.
In the shot above, the far right ramp feeds two lanes off of traffic off of the I-376 ‘Parkway West’ and onto Fort Pitt, whereas the left hand side services entrances for both local street traffic and is also fed by another highway ramp which brings high speed traffic from multiple sources right towards this spot.
A significant volume of traffic passes through this pass (estimated at 85 – 107,000 vehicles a day), and I’ve come to refer to Fort Pitt Bridge as being the ‘master cylinder’ of all traffic in Pittsburgh. Something happens here, or on the ramps leading to it, and that ripples outwards at 60 mph to the entire network of high speed roads hereabouts.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Finally, one made it to the so called ‘Golden Triangle,’ and a few quick steps soon saw your humble narrator on a T light rail, heading back to HQ and the ebullient greetings of Moe the Dog.
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Terror Firma – Emerald View Trail 2
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Regular readers of the Newtown Pentacle may recall that a long suffering – but always humble – narrator was plying his course along the Emerald View Trail, which transits in a diagonal fashion across the face of Pittsburgh’s Mount Washington.
The landform itself is around 600 feet in elevation over the flood plains of the Monongahela River, and Mount Washington is found on the southern shore of the waterway.
Pictured is the West End Bridge, familiar to those regular readers of the mishegoss that’s on offer here five times a week, and the waters which it spans are where the admixture of the Monongahela and Allegheny Rivers form into the headwaters of the Ohio River. All caught up.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trail began to narrow towards its end, and my descent began.
As a rule, I like to walk downwards from high elevations, as I’m old and have to carefully ration my energies. The gas tank empties out a lot faster than it used to these days… and walking up a fifty to sixty story elevation on loose soil would be… well… that would be ‘no Bueno.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trail spits you out onto a fairly steep roadway, right about here.
In typical Pittsburgh fashion, of course, the trail deposits pedestrians and bike riders onto the side of a de facto highway for a bit. Sigh.
Planning on coming back here in the autumn, incidentally. Should be a pretty sight, with all the color on the trees.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This isn’t the highway. It’s ‘Greenleaf Street,’ and it has no sidewalks.
Theoretically, I guess I should have been walking on the other side of the steel guard rail, but that ground was overgrown and teeming with Poison Ivy and other vines. Bad form, Pittsburgh, bad form.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Finally, a clearing – and coincidentally – I happened upon a pretty cool POV for the Norfolk Southern outfit’s locomotives. I’ll try and get back to this spot occasionally when I’m out wandering.
This is where things got hairy.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
No sidewalks below, none above either. Luckily, traffic was light on this particular day so I managed to rapidly scuttle down the side of that onramp pictured above, to a spot where pedestrian accoutrements on the public way were again on offer.
I hate this. I mean that I viscerally hate the fact that sidewalk pavement ends to make way for highway lanes, and then picks back up a half mile away. This situation has been encountered several times, and in the ‘center’ of Pittsburgh, not some distant hick town. Ok, I’m from NYC so to me Chicago is a distant hick town… but…
Again: No bueno.
This is precisely the sort of situation that makes me want to attend a governmental meeting and complain to the powers that be.
Back tomorrow.
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Curvilinear footpaths
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There was an public event scheduled for the evening, at a sports ball stadium occupied by the Pittsburgh River Hounds soccer team, so there were scores of their fans gathered in the parking facilities of that institution. Many of them were tailgating, and the BBQ smelled pretty enticing as I exited the pedestrian/bike path of the Fort Pitt bridge onto the enigmatically named ‘West Carson Street.’ This is a wide and fairly high speed local arterial street, one which stitches several important bits of transit infrastructure together. The West End Bridge and a primary arterial road called Saw Mill Run Blvd. are to the west, the funicular inclines and Fort Pitt Bridge in the midst, and the T’s ‘Station Square’ light rail junction as well as the Liberty Bridge and tunnels are found along its length. After crossing under the T’s Panhandle Bridge approach ramps, this via publica becomes East Carson Street, which leads into what’s essentially a nightlife district. Lots of stuff along its path, many of which are interesting to one such as myself.
Ain’t exactly pedestrian friendly though, West Carson, and although I normally cross this interval on the parallel rail trail found along the waterfront, one figured on daring the sidewalk (or scare walk). Kind of a weird place to scuttle, I’d offer, but you never know how something tastes until you try a bite of it.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The goal for this scuttle, beyond scouting with the camera and learning the foot paths, was to get in some exercise. My goal for a longish walk like this one is to hit about 10,000 steps, which I did. I can actually walk 5-6 miles, which is more or less what those steps equate to, standing on my head. Lately, I’ve started incorporating the altitudinal side of Pittsburgh into the calculation, so my phone’s health app told me that I had also walked something like 12 flights of steps as well. Cardio, lords and ladies, cardio.
Saying that, I was fashvitzed by this point, and just wanted to get back to HQ for a shower. I negotiated my way back to the T station, at Station Square, and waited for my chariot to arrive.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Based on the frequent mentions offered about the service, you’ve probably guessed that I’m a fan. One of the factors which made Our Lady of the Pentacle and I choose Pittsburgh as a home base, and Dormont in particular, was the availability of mass transit. I like having the car available, mind you, but I also like leaving it at home and scuttling about on foot. I still haven’t taken a bus anywhere.
Back tomorrow with something I’d been looking forward to shooting for a couple of months.
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