Silas and I went on a nice hour-long run around
Oakland today. We parked by the
Cathedral of Learning (on the
University of Pittsburgh campus) and ran over to the Allegheny County Soldier's Memorial, also known as the
Soldiers and Sailors National Memorial.
There, Silas found the propeller of a WWII torpedo highly fascinating.
Then we ran over the bridge over Panther Hollow and looked at the steam plant and the
Carnegie Mellon University building in the background.
From the next bridge, we watched the sun start setting over the city.
We did some loops through Schenley Park and popped back out with a nice evening view of the building at CMU we looked at before, but this time, there is a handsome parking lot in the foreground.
Running behind the
Carnegie Museum of Art, we spent a little time in their open-air art courtyard and gawked at the waterfall.
Opposite the waterfall are the stairs from the lobby up to the galleries.
Just after this point, Bethany called and said she was on her way home. We didn't beat her there, nor have dinner ready. That's really my fault for forgetting to buy rice noodles at one of the Asian stores in the Strip District during my lunch break at work. It was a beautiful night for a run and well worth the consequences of eating at
Ritter's Diner instead of my home-cooking.
Silas and I went on a nice hour-long run around Oakland today. We parked by the Cathedral of Learning (on the University of Pittsburgh campus) and ran over to the Allegheny County Soldier's Memorial, also known as the Soldiers and Sailors National Memorial.
There, Silas found the propeller of a WWII torpedo highly fascinating.
Then we ran over the bridge over Panther Hollow and looked at the steam plant and the Carnegie Mellon University building in the background.
From the next bridge, we watched the sun start setting over the city.
We did some loops through Schenley Park and popped back out with a nice evening view of the building at CMU we looked at before, but this time, there is a handsome parking lot in the foreground.
Running behind the Carnegie Museum of Art, we spent a little time in their open-air art courtyard and gawked at the waterfall.
Opposite the waterfall are the stairs from the lobby up to the galleries.
Just after this point, Bethany called and said she was on her way home. We didn't beat her there, nor have dinner ready. That's really my fault for forgetting to buy rice noodles at one of the Asian stores in the Strip District during my lunch break at work. It was a beautiful night for a run and well worth the consequences of eating at Ritter's Diner instead of my home-cooking.
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