Last weekend, I packed up my bicycle and drove to Fort Wayne, the city where I was born and spent my high school years. I was able to explore a bit of their urban trail network, most of which follows along the rivers. I had ridden along the Rivergreenway as a teen, but while the ride from IPFW to downtown was relatively familiar, there were plenty of sites along the way that were new to me. Included in the latter category is a cool pedestrian bridge next to IPFW’s campus:
The ride downtown was relatively flat and mostly devoid of on-street crossings.
Here’s a shot of a nice old limestone building and bridge just south of Coliseum Boulevard:
I crossed the muddy St. Mary’s River on a footbridge near the Old Fort which affords a decent view of the downtown:
I ate lunch at a place I’d never been before, but it is locally famous: Powers Hamburgers. Fort Wayne has no White Castles, and in fact, I did a Google search for “Fort Wayne White Castle“, and was sent to Powers. I’ve never actually had White Castle, so I can’t really compare, but Powers serves up some delicious sliders.
Just south of Powers is the historic Baker Street Train Station. I was lucky to get in to take a couple of photos before a wedding was hosted there:
Downtown now hosts a Single A Baseball Team, the Tin Caps. Their new stadium has an attractive entrance on the south side and a mixed-use building along the north side:
It was time to head back north, and I had to check out the Wells Street Bridge. Dating from 1884, it’s another one of those gems that I never really knew about until after I left town:
On the other side of the river, a major discovery was at hand. Fort Wayne had turned an old train depot into a bike shop and outfitters store. Geeking out was in store:
Given that it is known as the 3 Rivers City (sorry Pittsburgh), this town has a lot of bridges. Another one to feature are the MLK bridge downtown:
I decided to ride past my late grandma’s house, which is on a tree-lined boulevard of mostly American Foursquare homes. Her house was the one past the great climbing tree (which is sadly missing a limb or two):
Finally I headed up past the remarkably stable State Boulevard commercial district towards IPFW. Most of the small businesses along here have been around for at least 50 years:
There’s plenty more to see in Indiana’s second city. I hope this was a good primer for those who are less familiar with the city.