Commuting in Central Texas

I may be wrong, but I don’t think we have mass transportation figured out in Central Texas.  We love our SUV’s and Ford F150 pickup trucks.  They line our highways and tollways, with only a few random “Smart” cars sprinkled in like the toy prize in a Cracker Jacks box.

Austin, TX has a light rail system but it doesn’t run to my suburban area. A commuter bus service picks up and drops off near my home.  I’ve often thought I might enjoy catching the bus into town.  I envisioned writing or reading a book for the 1 to 1 ½ trip to the office.  I was unsure of the bus route, so didn’t know if it would be convenient.

I never got around to checking the route or the schedule but each time I saw the commuter bus moving through traffic, I remembered I wanted to find  out more.

So when our vehicle decided to stop running, mid-commute on Friday, we checked it into the auto hospital and decided it was time to take the commuter bus.  It’s odd.  When we travel to other cities, we ride buses, subways, trains and take taxis.  It’s never an issue and we are completely comfortable.  But something about having to catch the last bus home became worrisome.  The published route and fares were listed on the website, but there were few specifics.  The bus stop was a short ¾ mile from my office and less than ¼ mile from my husband’s office.  The last bus left Austin at 6:20 PM.  We gave ourselves over an hour to get to the stop so we had have plenty of time.  We were unsure if the bus accepted cash or tokens.

A quick call to the Capitol Metro office and answered my questions.  The representative assured me payment could be cash as long as the change was exact and the total fare was 4.75 per person.  The website listed the price as 3.50, so I was glad I’d checked.

My husband and I arrived at the stop by 5:30 PM, well before departure.  We bought a bottle of water from a downtown grocer so we would have exact change.  A Starbucks sat on one corner and a Which Wich on the opposite; but we sat on a bench outside, around the corner from the bus stop to watch for the 990 commuter to arrive.  Dusk settled as professional workers heading home gave way to Austin night life spilling across the sidewalk.

A few minutes after 6:00 PM, we relocated to the stop in hopes our bus might arrive early.  It was a bit nippy but not too uncomfortable as we waited.  After thirty minutes, a plethora of city buses lumbered past but no 990 commuter bus among them.

Around 6:40 PM our bus finally arrived.  Four of us waited to board by the time it slowed and stopped.  On board we began inserting dollars into the machine.  The driver stopped us when we had deposited 7.00 dollars.  The fare really was only 3.50 each.  What a nice surprise!

We stopped four times before we reached our destination.  The bus picked up and dropped off a few passengers before our journey ended.  Commuting on the bus wasn’t quite what I had pictured.  My fantasy, of a slow lumbering train ride, soft comfortable seats with low lighting wasn’t completely accurate.  The ride was nice, if a little bumpy.  We arrived in a reasonable time frame and it was comfortable.  Would I ride it again?  Yes…. But not every day just yet!

Winding down the Old and Quietly Ushering in the New

My anniversary is the first week in January and instead of exchanging gifts, my husband and I often take a weekend trip.  We are usually in need of a bit of recuperation.  Although fun, holiday travel can take a toll.   Our hectic schedule begins with Thanksgiving and culminates with our anniversary weekend.

I love to travel but am always grateful to return home.  This year our holiday plans included multiple trips, and I wanted to avoid piling on more miles when planning our anniversary.

I debated planning a special meal instead of a weekend trip, but decided to search online for day trips.  A few familiar options popped up, but, there was one I had not heard of , the 9E Ranch.  Intrigued, I read the following blurb:

“On a 320-acre ranch, this rustic cabin resort lies 13.4 miles from both downtown Bastrop and Smithville.

The 4 antiques-filled cabins are individually decorated and come with full kitchens and country views. Some add sleeper lofts, claw-foot tubs, air-conditioning, decks or wood-burning stoves.

Paths and hiking trails crisscross the property. Breakfast muffins and coffee are complimentary.”

The description sounded perfect for a quiet restful weekend!  I checked the website for a vacancy and found The Eagles’ Nest Log Cabin was available.  I booked the cabin and on Friday afternoon, we headed for the 9E Ranch.

We arrived at the ranch half an hour after we left home.  The entrance was easy enough to find but I recommend using GPS.  It is well marked but in the dusk it wasn’t as obvious as I expected.  As we drove through the gate, we shook, rattled and rolled down the hard-packed dirt road.

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It was a typical ranch road as expected on a working ranch. When we pulled up to the cabin, a smile spread across my face.  The scene was idyllic.  Thankfully, we had packed light, bringing few bags.  The air was chilly and damp, so minimal luggage made unloading easy. DSC00388

Inside, I was instantly charmed.  The view was lovely.  The stately pine trees meandered across the grassy slope tossing pine needles in their wake.  Huddled at the bottom of the hill a small herd of longhorn cattle strolled.

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We stowed our bags and settled on the sofa as the evening dusk faded to cast delightful light show across the horizon.  Later, we sat at the little wooden table and ate a light meal.  Tuna and fruit on a bed of greens and a tray of cheese with crackers on the side made a light and tasty meal!  The rest of the evening we sat quietly reading, talking and just looking at  the skyline.

On Saturday we drove to Smithville to visit a few antique stores and enjoy a fun lunch at Pocket’s Grille.  At Pockets, the burger bar is the trunk of a 1961 Ford Galaxy.  I ordered fish tacos and it was a delicious choice.  Ron opted for a burger. We both cleaned our plates.  After lunch, we headed back to our cabin.  With the drizzle now a rain, we stayed inside the rest of the day.  We had planned to take long walks on the trails and view the animals that roam the ranch.

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Instead we stayed indoors, wrapped in a quilt while we played Trivial Pursuit and watched the night sky come to life.  We left the Eagles’ Nest cabin around noon on Sunday, refreshed and rested.  It was the perfect getaway and I can hardly wait to return.

To fly or not to fly…

It used to be easier to decide whether to fly or drive.  I’d simply weigh the cost of flying against the cost of driving.

As the cost of gas rose I often chose to fly more often than drive.  Post 911, the added levels of security threw a new slant on the picture increasing the overall travel time.  Today my decision point depends upon my mood as much as time constraints and monetary costs.

Driving to my daughter’s house is usually a ten-hour drive.  It’s just far enough to require a few breaks for food and fuel along the way that add to the travel time.

Unless my visit is longer than three days in duration, I prefer to fly.  A few years ago I could fly one way for less than 100 U.S dollars.  It’s more than twice that now so I search for a bargain every chance I get.

I decided to visit last weekend on the spur of the moment.  20 hours of driving would take a huge chunk out of a weekend visit.  Unexpectedly, I discovered I had enough American Airline miles for the flight out.  Score!  I snagged the only flight that fit with my schedule.  Although it was silly to fly to Chicago (1,165 miles) to get to Tulsa, Ok (452 miles) it was free!

I arrived at the airport an hour and a half before departure.    I had no bags to check and the security lines seemed short, so I anticipated having an hour or so of downtime to catch up on reading.

I breezed to the front of the line quickly.  My boarding pass checked, I stepped to the line for the scanners.  Shedding my coat, shoes, belts and emptying pockets, I moved toward the stall for my full body scan.  Scanned from head to toe, I was directed to stand on the second set of footprints.  I guess the first set was reserved for the another unsuspecting traveler.  The female agent asked me to step aside and examined my watch without touching it.  She directed me to rotate my hand to examine the other side of the band.  I passed that test and padded to the conveyer belt to retrieve my shoes and other possessions.

Not so fast…..  The agent manning the machine grabbed my bin as it exited the cavernous opening.  “Is this yours?” she asked.  Yes, it sure was.  As she indicated she was going to run it through the machine again, I waited patiently for it to complete the process one more time.  After what felt much longer than it was, my belongings made their way down the belt toward me.  Honestly, I’m okay with all the checking.  I want to feel safe when I’m flying the friendly skies.

Finding my gate was easy and I settled in a seat and searched for my Kindle to read.  Instead I spotted my Sudoku book scrunched into the pocket of my backpack and pulled it free, deciding to work on it instead. Burrowing to the bottom of my purse, I found a pencil and something else I had completely forgotten about.

My multipurpose pocket knife with the handy compass, wine opener and more was buried among my pens and pencils.  Mortified, I pulled the pencil out and guiltily shoved the knife under anything I could find.  There wasn’t a thing I could do but put my purse aside and try not to look guilty.  No wonder they had to rescan my purse!

I managed to forget about the offending object in my purse and board my flight to Chicago.  I had a two-hour layover in Chicago and worried I would dump my purse while I dug for cash to pay for my lunch.  My black bean and goat cheese salad bowl did a great job at taking my mind off of it for a while.20160108_185245

The layover was without incident and I completely forgot about the contraband knife in my purse.  When I finally arrived in Tulsa, about 8 hours after being dropped off at the airport, I pulled my backpack from the overhead bin and went in search of the exit.

An airport worker held open a side door for us.  As I fell in with my fellow passengers, we filed through.  Immediately when I walked through, alarms started sounding.  On the outside looking back, several of us glanced around as in wondering what happened.  Thankfully no one pulled us back in and searched us, after all we were leaving.  I don’t know if the small pocket knife had any effect on the alarm but I was relieved to get in the car and toss into the center console!

The next time I fly, I’m sure I’ll completely empty my purse before I leave home.

New Year, Clean Slate…. 2016

The New Year doesn’t find me zealously making resolutions.  It doesn’t seem like a good idea to welcome 2016 with a to do list of things I should have done last year.  Those things are probably not going to get done this year either.  I’m just saying….

Who knows what I’m supposed to get accomplished in 2016?  I sure don’t.  The rabbit ears on my crystal ball don’t get great reception.

The things I believed were incredibly important in January 2015 were off my radar by December 2015.

Of course I have things that are top priority.  I don’t need a list to remind me of those.  Instead of a list of resolutions, I’m voting for a clean slate…. or whiteboard, whichever you prefer.

Today is the first day of…   You know the rest.

The big decision today?  Is it raining?  Better grab an umbrella.  Cold?  I should hunt for my coat.

No bucket list, no resolutions!  As long as I can keep upright with minimum effort and move forward (no matter how slowly) I’m on the right track.