May 25 2006
Top This:
I am hot. But when I’m not; I’m cold as ice.
Okay, not that, this:
My morning commute. I leave my house with fifteen minutes to get to work, which is pushing it a bit but I live on the edge. As I approach the intersection to the highway which leads to my work, traffic is backed up past four lights. It looks like at least a fifteen minute wait. There is also a train crossing at one of those lights but I can’t see a train. I assume traffic is simply heavily backed up.
I pull a u-turn and take a side road which winds its way through the countryside and eventually spits you out at the bridge crossing the Pitt River. Problem is everyone else had the same plan and traffic here is backed up even further; at least two kilometres. I wait in this traffic for a bit but it’s absolutely crawling. I phone work to let them know I’ll be late and it’s then I learn that traffic is backed up to due someone’s decision to notĀ open the counterflow lane and on top of that, an accident.
This traffic lineup really blows so I pull another u-turn and head back the way I came. This time the traffic on Harris Road (the first road I mentioned leading to the highway) looks pretty clear. Yay! I make my left turn and it still looks good. As I approach the train crossing, the lights start flashing and the arms drop. Perfect. I’m holding my breath that the train will be the West Coast Express commuter train but of course it’s a slow-ass freight train. Ten more minutes. As I’m waiting, two emergency vehicles pull up in the opposite lane waiting for the train to pass too. Finally the train passes and the intersection clears. Traffic is flowing reasonably well. Until I reach the Pitt River Bridge where a car has just slid into the ditch and the emergency vehicles have just arrived. I finally get to work fifty minutes late.
Top that.
P.S. The second half of our vacation we had no Internet access. A lovely time was had by all in Carmel and Big Sur. Details and photos to follow.






