Since David is out of town, I had to take the bus home tonight. This bus doesn't operate like any bus you can imagine. First of all, when I get on the bus, the driver is nowhere in sight. He just TRUSTS his customers to drop in the right amount of change, or carry a bus pass. He never asks to see proof of payment. Second of all, this bus flies like a bat out of hell through beautiful scenery. The first time I looked up, we were driving on a road that twists and turns through woods. The next time I looked up, I could see Puget Sound in the distance. Also, this bus doesn't have normal "stops". I heard riders just call out where they wanted to get off.
"The bank of mailboxes right there!"
"Just go down this hill and its the house on the right."
The riders laugh and joke with the driver, as he calls out streets merrily. Then it was my turn, and I inched my way to the front of the bus.
"Puget Bluff, please!"
"YOU GOT IT!" He smiles at me.
I walk down my driveway and am home. I love it here, as you all know.
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I can't wait. I'm going to take it as an invitation to come over and ride the bus. This just sounds incredible.
I want to experience it and then blog or podcast about it. I'm just FASCINATED with public transit, Kristin. I always appreciate you stories so much.
I miss you, by the way.
You can come over and ride the bus anytime. I'm sure you'd get a huge kick out of it! The bus doesn't run on weekends so you'd have to take a weekday trip, but we'd love to have you! I miss you, too.
That sounds like a great bus ride! I don't think Spokane is as wonderful as Bainbridge, but it still has that small-town feel that you describe and that's part of the reason I've fallen in love with Spokane. I grew up in a small town and although my heart belongs partly to Seattle... I always crave a quaint town :)
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