Weathering the Canada Line Storm
byWhat is there to write about when you’re momentarily uninspired? You write about the weather (and in this town, transit and construction too).
Influenced by Keira’s lust for Jugo Juice as of late, I headed over to my nearby location to pick up a Berry Blast and a wrap for lunch. Along the way I cruised on by the gigantic pit known as the tail end of Davie Street, where it meets Pacific.
For several years now it’s been changing into what will become the Yaletown-Roundhouse Station along the Canada Line. Every day I hear calls from the pit, the whir of a crane, and what sounds like a metal door being opened and shut for hours. The dusty cement tickling my nose and mud on my shoes has become a staple of working in this area of town.
My walk across the bridge was bold as I ignored the “no pedestrians” sign and took my chances along the one-way street suspended above the massive hole in the ground.
The rain is pretty killer today, thinking back to Saturday when it was bright, sunny and 12 degrees, my exposed hands sent a shiver all the way up to my neck that was wrapped in a scarf made by my grandmother.
Folks on Twitter suggest a light sleet was cascading down on the city, meanwhile out in PoCo I heard it might even be snowing.
Back to the construction – this is something my husband deals with every day and it seems like his route to work changes as often as I do when we’re late to a dinner party. He’ll get to work in 20 minutes one day, and 90 the next due to bus routes, bus stops and roads that appear out of nowhere.
Big news yesterday was that boring for the second tunnel below the downtown core is now complete. I honestly don’t think that the line will assist me in everyday life, except perhaps with the flow of traffic downtown… and yeah, it will be nice once it’s all complete when we can ride the train out to the airport to meet my in-laws when the visit.
Honestly though, I do get excited when a construction project is completed. It means no more scaffolding with leaking fluid (that you’re not sure is water or not), no more route detours, shoes stuck in potholes or closed sidewalks – and maybe, just maybe a new Starbucks appears.
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I probably like Starbucks more than the average urban hipster, but I’d say that there’s no maybes: a new Starbucks is more predictable than dandelions and blackberry bushes.
just maybe inevitably a new Starbucks appears.