The Two Dans – Exploring Pittsburgh
The next city on our whistle-stop tour was Pittsburgh. The city famous for its dying steel industry and having a million and one bridges. Our host for the day was the exuberant and entertaining Jeremy. After cruising over many of Pitts’ bridges, we slowly made our way out to Ohio to visit a half demoed asylum and Steubenville steel mill. Which is part of America’s ever-increasing rust belt -Steubenville is quite the site to behold. After gaining entry we lined up our shots from the train bridge to capture the mill in all its finery. This was our first mistake… Little did we know trains still run on this line. Eagle eye Dan (Marbaix) noticed steam/smoke in his view finder whilst lining up a shot. We ran like fuck to get out of there and just made it by the skin of our teeth.
Once the excitement had died down we explored the steel gargantuan before us. As we made to leave it, we finally spotted security. What ensued was very cat and mouse like -with them as the mice. It was clear they had no clue we were watching them for over an hour. They drove back and forth and back and forth. When the buffoons eventually managed to damage one of their vehicles we snuck out discreetly whilst they dicked about.
That evening Jeremy tempted us with a view of a city skyline to die for. The view of Pitts from Mount Washington was breath-taking and provide some light relief from the continuous exploration. We even met two Englishmen, which I am not afraid to admit was the very first time I was ecstatic to speak to a scouser. After we had filled the panorama sized void in our lives we went back to Jeremy’s halls to be swamped by Anglophiles and sleep it out.
What would follow the next day was one of the scariest moments of our trip thus far. We were in one of Pitts’ most ghetto areas, trying to gain access to an elementary school with drug dealing ganger bangers at the front and they knew we didn’t belong. As we approached the entrance, one of them peeled off from the pack and made his way towards us. Now in full retreat we headed back to the car and waited for him to return to his crew. The school itself was a treasure trove of peeling paint, pianos, chairs, light bulbs and equipment. When we got to the top floor, the echoes told we were not alone and after the experience outside we thought best to get the hell out of dodge. When just outside we were greeted by a man carving something into a wall with a very large knife… Don’t you just love America?