Riding the Bus Below Zero

My toes hurt like hell. After getting off the 38 at Wadsworth I had to wait a half an hour for the 76 to come to take me south to work. I had some hot chocolate in a thermos, which helped, but didn't do much for my aching toes. It was minus 10 this morning.

When this happens in the backcountry I make a fire and take off my boots and warm my bare feet next to the flames. That sounds awful good. This weather would be dangerous though, up there alone.

But the bus finally came and I am inside writing, and slowly warming up. The community of bus riders are all bundled up today - its so cold that few are shedding their coats and caps inside the bus.

A bubbly lady got on who had a childlike voice and must have a lot of caffeine running in her veins. I hear her in the back talking incessantly and laughing, which is pretty annoying for us who sit here quiet and enjoy some moments of me time on the way to work.

I listen to music or read or both, and from November through February watch the sunrise out the left side of the bus. Yesterday was especially good. Pink clouds extended all the way over the foothills.

I have been riding the buses on this route for over twenty years. The routine is the granite rhythm in my life - Monday through Thursday take the bus and work long ten hour days. On Friday lead a nature program or go backpacking, or work on the house and yard, and look forward to the weekend dances I go to when I stay in town.

I enjoy being among humble working people - real folk, trying to make ends meet, saving a few dollars riding the bus. Many like me also are aware of the fact that they are reducing their footprint on the earth - by not driving alone to work. It is not small thing. Individual action is what changes the world.

When I was crossing the street a huge black Hummer blocked my path, extending into the crosswalk. The driver couldn't back up because of the cars behind him and looked out his frosted window sheepishly. He didn't even have a hat on. As I passed I figured he must me one of those 'outdoor' types who can't ride anywhere with out heated seats warming their rear. Appearances can be deceiving - Sometimes the character of people is a far sight lower than their income.