An Early Saturday Hike To The Schuylkill River In Philadelphia.
It was a long day at my Estate law seminar on Friday and I returned to my hotel late in the afternoon. Rain was in the forecast so I had an early , and delicious, dinner at Morimoto, the restaurant owned by the famous iron chef. I walked the half mile to the restaurant and just made it back to my hotel as the rain started to fall.
The forecast called for severe weather and thunderstorms so I decided to take the advice of Philadelphia native Benjamin Franklin and call it an early night. I was up early the next morning too. I decided to walk east from my hotel to the Schuylkill River. The rain had ended but it was cloudy and turning much cooler as I again began my walk near City Hall.
I continued my walk eastward and, unfortunately, needed to find a restroom. This is not easy at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning in downtown Philadelphia. I decided to try the subway stations . No luck at the first one I found at 15th street. I then walked to Suburban Station and luckily, well maybe not so luckily, there was a restroom. It was a hotel for homeless people. Sadly there were a number men of all ages sleeping in the restroom, including the stalls.
As I was leaving the subway station I was approached by a young man, in his early 20’s, who asked for a dollar for a cup of coffee. I was near a Dunkin Donuts and asked him to follow me to the little shop in the subway. I ordered him a coffee. He now said he wanted the dollar. I told him he asked for the $1 to buy a coffee so I was buying him a coffee. I asked him if he wanted one or not, he smiled and said yes. I had a nice chat with him and the Indian owners of the shop as he drank his coffee. Interesting how people with so different lives also have so much in common. We are all human. Still was sad to see one so young to be homeless.
Twilight was approaching as I walked along the parkway toward the famous Art Museum.
A lot of folks don’t know about this beautiful museum in Philadelphia. It is one of the finest in the country. I wish I had more time to stop in for a visit but this morning I would just be walking by. As I approached the museum I heard music. It was around 7:15 a.m and I wondered where it was coming from.
Unlike Rocky I walked to the top of the steps to take in the view of the city. Here is a link to some more photographs from my walk to the Art Museum. Philadelphia morning walk, part one November 3 2018.
As the sky lightened , I continued past the museum and finally reached the Schuylkill River at Boathouse Row along Kelly Drive. This line of houses have been used by rowing teams and clubs from the Philadelphia area since the 19th century.
And this area was already bustling with runners, joggers, walkers, many with their dogs alongside them. And many were tourists as I could tell by the many languages being spoken as I walked along the old boat houses. .
I walked about a half mile along the Schuylkill River , thinking about its origin in the mountain streams not far from my home. I wished I could have followed it all the way home, but I had to turn around and head back to my hotel.
I again passed the even more people along the way and mad a little detour to walk to the park located near the old Philadelphia Water Works. A lot of history, and natural beauty in this area.
This area provided water to the city beginning in the early 19th century. The woodlands surrounding the water works were preserved as a park. many ancient trees can be found here along the Schuylkill River.
Before returning to my hotel, I stopped at the bustling Reading Terminal Market. One could spend hours in this large market but I came for hot peppers and also purchased some okra and Brussels sprouts. I soon checked out of my hotel and left the City of Brotherly Love. Once again, I enjoyed my visit to this diverse and beautiful city, my favorite city in the world, Here is a link to some more photographs from my walk. Philadelphia morning walk, part two. November 3 2018.
Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer rov’d,
And bright were its flowery banks to his eye;
But far, very far, were the friends that he lov’d,
And he gaz’d on its flowery banks with a sigh.
Moore—Lines Written on Leaving Philadelphia