Friday, August 20, 2010
The scene: Pedaling up a steep, gravely road construction sidewalk. A woman walks down towards me. She sees me, my sweat soaked shirt, and steps aside with a smile. "Thank you." I say with a sweaty smile. "You're welcome." She returns the smile, and we cross paths.
Two weeks later, I saw the same woman. Same smile. Same pass. Warm welcome deja-vu.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I was pedaling up the northshore trails slight grade toward the Science Center when I noticed a young couple trying to catch the beautiful backdrop with the locked elbow outstretched facebook arm. 'Do you want me to take your picture?' I asked slightly out of breath. The boyfriend obliged readily while the girlfriend looked perplexed. I believe I caught the incline in mid-travel which is always a nice touch. I handed the camera back accepted my thanks and headed on my way, with each pedal stroke reminding me how in a lesser city a cyclist in a similar situation could have quickly sprinted away with a digi cam but in Pittsburgh we don't think twice about random acts of kindness.
A quick 1.5hr drive from Pittsburgh lies Ohiopyle, home of whitewater rafting, cycling, the falls, and one end of the Laurel Highlands Hiking Trail (LHHT) a 70ishmile long hiking trail through the beautiful Laurel Highlands (duh). It has primitive campsites along the way, making it must-hit for backpackers in the region.
My father and I recently spent 3 nights and 3 days hiking about 36 miles on it, and since I did not have cell phone reception most of the time, and don't even have a twitter account, I twittered in my notebook.
Hike in was hot.
Air was thick I was dehydrated at the start but still could have used a starting beer at Falls City.
Alone and humid in campground. Clothes soaked to skin.
Wearing a wet bandanna around my neck I feel like John Waters or a lesser talented better known Hollywood type.
A mouse crawled across my back while I was sleeping last night. I want to keep him and call him Stuart although that might be a little weird.
Fleet Foxes S/T is the best thing to have stuck in your head where there is no sound but trees.
Whenever I hear music the next time I'm going to grunt and jump around like the boomerang monkey boy did in Road Warrior.
I hate Starbucks but I'm going to love the shit out of this coffee.
Flaming Lips - also not a bad thing to have stuck in your head.
Holy shit! It's Bruce Springsteen.
Hiking near a gun club is like hiking in Colombia.
Saw two wild orchids before they were eaten.
Harold was divine bovine.
MRE was spam.
Grundies = less chafing.
Frog the size of a Homie just ran away from me.
Third night sleeping on wood floor is the toughest. I actually miss soft mattress at home.
I can't believe I missed Father Flamethrower and Pittsburgh Policy at Excuses!
It's best to break long hikes into sections, like .7 miles to the rest area - same distance as my house to Dee's.