On Sunday, Karen has offered to lead through the late fall scenery of Frick Park at dawn - grey, melancholy, quiet - until we get there in our dayglo shoes and start talking. Meet at the stone entrance next to the rotary at Reynolds and S. Homewood.
Our last run took us through the concrete jungle of Waterfront parking lots and railroad tracks, until we finally reached the bike trail site of Pittsburgh famous eagles' nest. No eagles spotted, but Lainy did scope out an exit from the Glenwood Bridge which we can use another day. We are here (photo by Pam) taking note of our quick sojourn in the neighborhood of Hays, and have at least a hopeful intention to record
all of them, like the artist Virginia told us about. Ummm, looking at that list, this may require several generations. But it's good to have a goal.
Enjoyed a cozy coffee hour tucked into a corner of the Waterfront Starbucks, where we pondered how everything old is new again (i.e cloth diapers, yoga) and endorsed:
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