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| - I flew into Pittsburgh on a Monday, immediately fell in love with it, and decided to ride up the side of a mountain to get a good look at the city and its brown rivers.
The funicular going up the side of the mountain was amusing, mainly in part because my companion is terrified of heights and spent the ride staring at the cable, convinced this would be our final destination. Once you reach the top, you step into a building that smells of rotten wood, mold and termites. I happen to love the smell of old, scary places, so it intrigued me. Outside is a terrace where you get a beautiful view of Pittsburgh. Seriously, this view goes on for miles. We stayed for a while taking crappy pictures with our crappy iPhone cameras before the wind forced us down.
It was on the way down that we met a chatty local who told us many people in the city use this thing to get from the street above to the street far below. This isn't just amusement, folks, but public transportation. Hearing that eased my height-fearing friend who had previously likened it to an unsafe carnival ride.
A cool way to blow 30 minutes for only $5 a piece. Bring cash only or face the wrath of the ancient ATM.
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