Beneath the Wraps

                As mentioned in this post ,   I thought Highway 140 was quite beautiful at some parts and quite scary at others.   The idea of a 50 foot drop and no guard rails is rather creepy.   But that is the way Roland wanted to go - and he was driving.                 I thought 140 seemed scarier driving north than it did driving south - which is ironic, as the drop is on the south/west side.   The drive didn't seem quite as long, either.   But Denise and I had taken I5 through Medford because she wanted to see the temple.   I just   had Roland go by way of Highway 138 to Highway 97 where you can choose to go north up through Bend and over through Boise, or you can drive down south to Lake View and Winnemucca.                   The Nevada route ...

On Friday morning, after Jenna and I had parted ways, I decided I would return to the stop where we had got off and take a bus to the high school and transfer there.   I noticed the street was surprisingly clear and I could cross, but first I decided to text the time to see if it was worth the time.   Ten minutes.   I could cross the street and wouldn’t have to wait until I got to the high school. As I was crossing, I noticed lights flashing in all directions from the intersection.   Then it dawned on me – the traffic was light on the side going north because no cars were getting through.   No buses either.   And so I called UTA to find if the detour would skip the stop I was at.   It was a horrible accident .   Traffic was rerouted.   The bus drivers took a route behind the school and over to a road five stops away.   The only stop it made between the two main intersections was the stop where I usually go. To th...

         Jenna and I would have made the 7:36 bus yesterday morning, if we hadn’t had to reenter the front door to get her hat and pocket my cell phone. I figured it would be less than a fifteen minute wait for the next one.   I was wrong! We stood in the cold for 25 minutes before we saw the 8:51 ( finally !) – which passed us.   The 8:06  was right behind and stopped for us – and just about every stop between where we got on and where we needed to be dropped off.            I don’t know why the driver waited three to five minutes before turning around at the college.   Both buses were running late.              The  8:06 driver was a bit ticked off that he had to stop for everyone that the 7:51 driver had missed.   He seemed to take it out on the token machine as he kicked at it several tim...

When Jenna goes to school, I have taken the bus with her.   I normally have my backpack which contains my water bottle and a book.   Or at least I try to have a book – so I can read during the ride when Jenna isn’t with me. Jenna and I have ridden the bus all summer.   We’ve gone in a variety of directions.   But we have always started out on the same bus that we have taken when she’s been in school.   Instead of continuing to our normal bus stop near her school, we have been getting off at the college and making a transfer connection to a different bus. Just north of the college is a foot bridge that leads to the junior high across the street.   Jenna has always wanted to cross it.   I figured she’ll have the opportunity to cross it in two years – almost daily for the three years that she attends the junior high. My initial plan was to cross it with her, as I’d need to take a return bus home.   But this morning I learned that is ...

I have mentioned in earlier posts that my sister, Kayla, is expecting her third child.   Her eldest, Anna, will be four in the first week of July.   Garrett turned two in February and B.J. will be born in August. As a result, Jenna and I have been going out to assist at least a few hours each day.    This past Wednesday and Thursday we had made arrangements to meet the kids at the park nearest Jenna’s school.   There is a park closer to where they live, but the bus doesn’t go by the park, and I don’t particularly wish to cross the street with the two children in order to get to the park.   So Bill has dropped them off at the other park.   We can make the return trip on the bus without crossing the street. So on Wednesday, Bill stood in line with them to get their lunch and then he took off.   After Jenna, Anna and Gary played for a while, we got on the bus to take my niece and nephew back to their mom.   The kids were de...

Ever since I have given up driving, I haven’t made the time to go out and see Harold – mom’s boyfriend of five months or so – though I have written to him.   I sent the last letter on the first.   He just got it yesterday. Jenna happened to be off on Friday, and I found a way on public transportation that would get us close to Alta Ridge.   But our pass expired on the 31 st and I wouldn’t be able to get a new one until Roland got paid.   Jenna suggested that we go visit him after I picked her up from school on Thursday – but I knew that unless Roland was willing to pick us up from Alta Ridge that we would never make it home before him.   He told us to wait on our visiting Harold. It was really too bad as the weather was so awesome on the 31 st .   It was snowing when we left the house yesterday.   Jenna and I both wore our snow boots, It turns out we really didn’t need them. By the time I left Jenna at her school it had stopped s...