Pittsburgh's in a pretty special location, right on three rivers, near the Laurel Highlands, so I might be spoiled.
An hour's drive away, through some smaller towns I don't know well at all, we found a little bit of heaven this weekend. We traveled to Perryopolis, on the Youghegheny river and visited Hazelbaker Canoes.
Two familes, three canoes. The guys had experience, one's a kayaker, he took three of the kids. Adam, son of a boyscout leader, took two more, and the moms had a boat full of "our sanity," welcome company as neither of us had paddled a canoe on our own before. We stopped about halfway through the run for lunch. The guys tried kayak tricks on the extremely mild "rapids" portions of the river. I think next time I'll bring a trashbag, because little bits of litter stand out a lot in such a beautiful place.
Canoeing I didn't bring the camera. I fear for it on the water, and all, but we had almost as much fun after we canoed!
Ill advised fun, but I was impressed with his skill.
My friend felt like a bride when the girls brought her flowers.
On the way home, near Rostraver airport, between the tempting signs that said "pilots wanted, will train," was a great vegetable stand. I'm not sure what the watermelon said, but the kids were adamant that she be quite while I took the photo.