a walk into the past

It was beautiful yesterday and I knew I wanted to walk. I just couldn't decide where. I decided maybe to see if I could find the trails at Fountain Hill Reservoir. The park closed decades ago. We picnicked there as kids. I think I broke my collarbone there. The original ruins of St. Luke's are back there, from when it was a holistic water cure facility.

I hiked up the hill, and the one sign that said "private property" (which hikers used to ignored) was replaced by the one above. Clearly they were serious. Back when I worked for the Bethlehem News I used to go to council meetings. And after seeing the sign I remembered the conversation at one of those meetings saying water sources were protected by homeland security and the reservoir was one. Think about it. Put a biologic in the water supply; kill lots of people. But it's a shame you can't go back there anymore.

So then I decided to go take pictures of the ghost signs in Fountain Hill. The mills are all being re-purposed and the signs are quickly being painted over.

 (Seneca and Clewell)

It wasn't a long walk, but it had plenty of hills.

Next walk is the ghost signs on 4th street. I know there is a Mail Pouch tobacco one down near Donegan.

(Broadway / Itaska / Benner triangle. There was many more on this mill. They've all been replaced by current tenants. These are the only ones left.)