I just was reviewing my neglected blog and noticed the sidebar where I ask you to send me your stories. At which point I realized I haven't checked that email in forever. As Murphy would have it, a friend of mine had shared a story with me. On March 30. So sorry, I wasn't ignoring you!!!! Here it is and thank you for sharing! You're right M., BART is so disconcerting.
Hi Christy,
I'm enjoying your BART stories and have one of my own.
After 30+ years of backpacking, I pride myself on my sense of direction. That feeling though was shot to hell on my one and only BART ride about 2 years ago.I visited my daughter in her first year at Berkeley and we took the BART to SF so she could visit a dance studio she was interested in. The ride over, or rather under the bay, was uneventful, except for the fact I couldn't stop trying to estimate the tons of weight pushing down on the car I was in.
The ride back though had me totally confused. We walked down the stairs and got in the car and for nearly the entire ride back to Berkeley I was convinced the train was moving in the wrong direction. Watching the lights and the wall move past the window, I would have bet (and lost) big money that we were going the wrong way. It wasn't until we had traveled some distance and I started to recognize the stations we had passed traveling west that I finally relaxed. If I could only have seen the sun, I would have been OK.
M.S.
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