My rule at the top of all the scariest Kennywood rides is to look for Braddock. Is the rollercoaster nearing the top of the rise? Is it going to plunge insanely fast into gut-wrenching depths? Are you mind-bogglingly higher than you would ever allow yourself to go on roofs, or ladders, or under any sane circumstances? Is everyone around you screaming like a madman? Stay calm and scan the horizon for the grand old town of Braddock.
How do you know which one is Braddock? It'll be the one with Pittsburgh's last steel mill, just across the Monongahela River. Just look for the smoke. The whole region used to look like this place. All the riverfronts in the city were crowded with factories and train tracks and smokestacks, belching clouds of noxious gray poison. A far better way to spend a late summer afternoon is in the Monongahela National Forest of West Virginia. Find those amazing photos by clicking here. It's actually been a really great summer--despite the fact that Trump is still President--with far more trips than usual. Photos from another Outer Banks adventure are here.
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