Ah, Pittsburgh. The city of tall, narrow houses on busy, narrow streets--a city of fences, and rivers, and steep little neighborhoods with accents from the old country: Italy, Poland, Slovakia, and increasingly India and various Central American nations. Nothing says patriot pride like a big inflatable bald eagle in the front yard.
I must say, I do love the rail trails around here. They're no good for real hiking, but they’re nice for a short jaunt.
I hadn’t been to this place since I was a kid—Mahoning Dam. But I finally have time to catch up a bit with my life.
The muddy and delectable Chartiers Creek as it passes under the Montour Trail.
This little fellow was out for a stroll with her mother when I happened by.
The only real purpose of this post is to serve as a gateway to a better trek I just had in the inimitable Roaring Plains West Wilderness of the Monongahela National Forest in West Virginia.
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