The first 3 months of commuting were fine. The weather was generally good, it was still light in the mornings, and although I-15 was under construction, I left early enough in the morning that it really didn't affect me too badly. December came along and for awhile it was even better because the construction ended. But then came the first few snowstorms. I don't like driving in the snow. Plus my car registration expired and the wear and tear on my vehicle tells me that it might take a lot to get it passed.
Luckily we just got our new FrontRunner train system running into Utah County and back! It is a high speed, 3-level train that runs from Provo all the way north to Ogden. We even took our class to Salt Lake City on it. They all loved it and I was thinking in the back of my mind how nice it would be if I found a way to commute to school using this system!
That's me thinking this. The one who has never used public transit. The one who thinks a bus schedule is written in ancient Sanskrit because it looks so foreign. But on Monday, January 14th I made the leap. I left home and showed up at what I thought was a reasonable hour in front of what I thought was a Frontrunner Station. I found a guy who looked like he was waiting too. Why read a schedule that I couldn't figure out anyway? I asked him, "Are you headed South?" He answered in the affirmative. I further queried. "What time does the train leave?" He told me that it doesn't go south from here, only north. I could have sworn that Frontrunner stopped in South Jordan and made stops all the way down to Provo. But I didn't say anything, for fear of looking stupid. I should have said something. I later found out that this wasn't even a Frontrunner Station. It was a Trax Station. Totally different rail system. He said that the next bus would take me to Lehi and there I could hop onto the train from there. Mind you, it was the coldest day so far of the year, with near record-breaking cold. We stood there for another 15 minutes. I was only wearing 2 shirts, a thin pair of gloves a wool sweater and a neck warmer. I almost froze! Finally the bus came and I felt I was finally on my way. I thought the worst was over. But I was wrong.
|A few remaining brave souls before the train pulled in|
|I took this shot while waiting for the train.|
I finally arrived at the closest stop to work and started hoofing it. I had only gone a few feet when Brian, a fellow co-worker who was transporting some boys on the work crew, saw me. He asked me if I needed a ride and I hopped in! I arrived at school 2 1/2 hours late.
Now to get home! That was fairly easy. At least at first. My friend, Diana, came and picked me up and kept me at her house until the next train arrived. (I decided to try and decipher the schedule this time. Probably a good idea.) We had a great time and caught up on news and happenings. I got on the train fine, along with her son who was headed to Salt Lake and still not realizing that I hadn't left from a Frontrunner Station, got off at the South Jordan Station. I walked around trying to find my car, but couldn't locate it. This station looked really different than it had this morning. It was still freezing cold. Again I asked a knowledgeable Public Transit traveler. This time I was a little more forthcoming and confessed that I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I couldn't even find my car. I then, with her help, realized that I had parked my car at a Trax Station and my car wasn't even there! No wonder I couldn't find my car. (The cold did more than freeze my butt, it apparently froze my brain!) So I waited for the next bus going to the Trax Station. In the cold. I was so done. The bus came, delivered me to the Trax Station, I found my car with ease, and drove home.
I had been gone for 12 long hours, at least 2 of those in absolutely intolerably freezing cold conditions and I needed to go to bed. I took a really hot shower, and fell into bed. But I wasn't giving up. The next day....(Stay tuned for Part 2)