Last Tuesday (otherwise known as the day before Christmas Eve), after several days of virtually no bus service in our neighborhood, Bus Nerd and I finally accepted that weather/transportation conditions were not going to improve on our timeline and decided to make our way downtown, despite the limited-to-nonexistent bus service and ridiculously treacherous sidewalks in our neighborhood.
The 48 was the only one of our six regular buses that was even running (they don't call it Metro's Heavyweight for nothin'), and the 48 doesn't go anywhere near downtown. We were not deterred. Our options were:
1. Take the 48 south to Rainier & McClellan and transfer to the 7; 2. Take the 48 north to Montlake and transfer to a westbound 545 or 255; 3. Walk down Jackson to the International District and transfer to a 7, 36, or 42.
We opted for option 3. A recent experience on the 14 (on the last day it was running in our neighborhood) left me a little skittish about bus crowding/getting passed up, so I liked the idea of being close enough to downtown to walk the rest of the way.
Which is what we ended up doing.
Despite the challenges of maneuvering Chicklet's light, bus-friendly stroller (the baby pack was out of the question) on the snowy/slushy/icy sidewalks, it wasn't that bad. I was glad to be moving my behind for the first time in several days, and we actually made it all the way downtown before we even saw a 7, which was packed with all the other people who couldn't ride their regular buses and a fair number of bus chicks come lately -- that is, folks who haven't been on a bus in a decade and won't be seen on another until the next time it snows. (Then again, the busing in snow thing didn't work out so well this time around, so maybe not.)
We opted to walk (well, aside from a 70 ride to 3rd & Jackson) home, too. I was so not trying to be a part of the 17 zillion-person standoff on Third Ave., prepared to fight just to cram myself in like a sardine and creep down a snowy street to another (cold!) bus stop and repeat the process. I'll spare you the gory details of the journey back (after dark, on halfway melted sidewalks, with a snowsuited-up chicklet who was totally over it and then some) and just say that we were glad when we finally made it to our warm home.
In the walkway, we ran into our neighbor, Julieta, who was returning from a two-and-a-half hour trip home from her job in SoDo: packed ride on the 21 north to Union > long wait > packed ride on the 42 south to McClellan > long wait > packed ride 48 north to home.
I'm pretty sure she walked home on Wednesday.