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| - Saying my road anxiety en-route to the Duquesne Incline was severe is an understatement. As a first-time visitor to Pittsburgh, I didn't realize the roads/drivers would be so, um, confusing/terrifying. I merged in to one highway over a bridge from the left but needed to immediately be all the way to the right for the exit, but no one would let me in so I ended up in a tunnel. Screamed in frustration to myself, then re-routed my GPS and it took me back through the same tunnel. Whew.
Eventually I made it to West Carson Road and noted signs for the incline. But nope. Not there yet! No parking is available on Carson Road itself. You actually need to make a left then another left until you're down a level onto the road below. You can park there (pay for it), then walk up, across the pedestrian bridge, and into the lower level of the incline.
So I guess you can understand the state of mind I was in by the time I actually made it to the incline. I'm glad I had read up ahed of time to know exact change was required for admission. I put my $5 bill in the little box for a round-trip ticket and was given a slip. It wasn't a busy day so it was only me, plus a dad and his son, in the lift.
The views from the top were pretty enough. It was cloudy so none of my pictures are woo-hoo yay, but it did help me gain a full-view of the city and get my bearings. I'd bet it's gorgeous at sunset or at night.
Inside, they have a little msueum with an interesting history of the incline. I didn't stay too long; time in the city was limited. So I took my ticket, re-boarded the lift, showed my ticket at the bottom, and headed out.
My next stop was straight back to the hotel. Uber got lots of business the next two days.
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