I have heard that Utah has the widest streets in the nation. Neighborhood streets are only two lanes – generally. Still most seem big enough for cars to get by other cars that may be parked on the side of the road.
Our main streets consist of 6 – 8 lanes –
perhaps not for the entire road, but at some points. I’ve gotten used to really wide roads. As a pedestrian, I find I have only a few
seconds to cross before the light changes.
It’s not like that all over the city – but enough to me that it feels
that way.
Roland and I noticed the streets in Oregon
were quite narrow in comparison. We had
a strange encounter at Fort Grove because of it.
Fort Grove is very pretty, almost story
book looking, very secluded though. Not
a lot of shopping convenience. I don’t
know how far the firehouse is, but apparently they have access to one.
As we were driving around and looking at
houses, Roland saw the fire truck behind us.
When we see that in Utah, our reaction is to pull over and let anything
with a siren pass us. Even with
neighborhood streets, or the not-as-wide streets downtown. There’s still enough room to pull over and
pass.
Aside from Portland, I didn’t see much in
the way of being able to pull over in order for any emergency vehicle to
pass. Certainly not in Forest
Grove. If we had pulled over, the fire
truck would not have been able to pass.
The streets were too narrow. I
felt in the way as we continued to move and try to get out of its path. It didn’t matter if we turned or went
straight, it seemed to follow us – and there was nothing we could do but
continue moving in a neighborhood that we weren’t even familiar with.
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