Posts Tagged ‘ferry’
Saturday (yesterday) we ventured to Seattle Center and opted to use the city streets as our passage after crossing the West Seattle Bridge. All was well until nearing the First Ave. South exit; then the backlog commenced. It was 12:10 p.m. Already, cars were using the bus lane to cut over to the offramp and my loathing for rude drivers churned. The short version: It took us an hour to get to Seattle Center.
Along the way, we witnessed the ceremonious “farewell” during the two-week closure and more loathing kicked in. In a sea of red tail lights, unrealized (full) green light intersections and a halted viaduct in view only one thought came to mind: WE ARE SCREWED, VASHON! Mid day traffic on a Saturday (no games in progress at SoDo)? What’s going to happen Monday when the real traffic arrives to swell on city streets? As much as I’ve read the “Don’t believe the doomsday” advice about the viaduct closure, I can tell you that the P.O. boat commute already is a crapshoot to make or not make the cut; it was nice having a plan B to come home via Fauntleroy – now is where things get REALLY interesting. I hope the City of Seattle and King County Metro are ready for the cluster that’s about to hit.
Commuters, you have my deepest sympathies. Right there with ya. -h
If you heard from your loved ones that it took them eight and a half hours to get home last night, BELIEVE them! Adding insult to an overloaded 4:30 passenger only boat (which we later learned took ten mins to dock and nearly 45 to get all the passengers safely off the boat), those vainly waiting in icy winds on the dock were notified that the final two boats would be nixed due to rough conditions. I was there. It was not what anyone wanted to hear.
Those stranded islanders made their way to Third Avenue along the bus stops to hop on the W Seattle bus routes. The 54 mistakenly passed a snow stop en route, and when it did a small mob of islanders chased the bus down the street in true activist style (woot!). One woman insisted the driver open the door and scolded him for disregarding the snow stop. She led the way for about 20 more people to get on the bus in what would turn into a FIVE AND A HALF HOUR ride to Fauntleroy (with a change of #54 buses on California Ave.). No, really. We hopped on at 3rd and Unionish at 535 and off it dropped us at 11:15p. Ferry workers said they’d never seen so many walk-ons taking the 1140 boat (except Mariner games in the glory days)! We were tired, hungry, but happy to be on the way back home.
My walk up parking lot hill revealed some smart person thought they could take the icy hill in their truck; its tracks had made a bee line for where my mailbox and wine barrel half ONCE WERE. Both are displaced, smashed and destroyed. THANKS for letting us know, not. This was not what any commuter wanted to find at 12:30 a.m. after a very long day. It was bad enough the power was out (and the next day is still out on the North End)
Don’t drive today. And for goodness sakes if you must, do NOT come down that hill! Turn left at 112th Ave SW from Vashon Highway and get to the parking lot the gentler way between boats.
Okay, Russell Financial. I’m sure you’re a great company, but you’ve made my Vashon-Seattle commuter life an edgy race to the head of the line. You’ve changed my schedule at work, made me stress out I’m not going to get home before my kids do, and you’ve made it so that on a couple occasions, I’ve been turned away from the PO boat due to overloads.
This is a systemic problem. After the KC Water Taxi hits its magic 150-limit, it’s buh-bye time. We’re turned away whether coming or going when capacity hits. With Russell Financial moving its offices from Tacoma to Seattle, all the Kitsappers and Gig Harbor folks working for that company now come via Southworth. It’s tipped the scales to overload nearly everyday. We endure. We turn about and hang out at Ivar’s til the next boat (making darn sure we’re early for the next boat!).
The 150-people thing is not the boat’s capacity, however; it’s the crew-to -passenger ratio and a security rule that would mandate new bureaucratic headaches for this little boat. It’s icky. It’s like playing musical chairs on the race to the boat–and a definite cause and effect since Russell joined the commuter party. So, beg to telecommute if you can, because taking the PO boat these days is no cakewalk.