Another American Adventure: Pittsburgh - Mount Washington Part 1

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Pittsburgh - Mount Washington Part 1

Views of Pittsburgh from Mount Washington. The top 3 photos are of "the point" (Point Park), where the Monongahela and Allegheny Rivers join to form the Ohio River. Pretty good, considering how hazy (and hot) it was today. More photos and stories tomorrow (hopefully).

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marcAugust 16, 2010 at 7:16 AM
very nice - when i spent a lot of time at the point on my lunch hours, it was during my eastern religion period - looking at the water and imagining the depths - i remember very well...

remember how often it was partly cloudy there - a radio dj had a popular song on the radio for awhile, using the talking heads' "same as it ever was" from once in a lifetime and the popular local weatherman intoning " partly cloudy, partly cloudy..."

if you have a chance check out the 2 hindu temples - one is northern style and one is southern style - spent a lot of time there too
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beth cioffolettiAugust 16, 2010 at 7:47 AM
I'm looking forward to a change in weather! I'll look for the temples. Eastern religions are still fascinating to me.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.