It has been 15 years since The Husband and I moved out of the San Francisco Bay Area, which, depending on where we want to go, a 30-minute to two hour-or-so drive away. Lately we have been wandering a bit further into the Bay Area maze. Molly the Cat probably wonders what has gotten into us. She, after all, gets stuck indoors when the humans are at play.
The increased number of offensive drivers on the freeway has made driving no longer fun, so we've been trying out BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) to get beyond San Jose. The nearest BART station is about an hour's drive to the north of us. It's not too much of a white-knuckle drive to get there.
Right now the cost for our tickets is equivalent to about a tank of gas. Totally worth it. No fuss, no stress. Looking out the train window as we headed east away from Oakland, I watched cars on the highway swish frantically pass each other.
In a few months I'll turn 65 and be eligible for the senior discount. Hurrah!
A lot of artwork is on display along the tracks between Fremont and Oakland, at least on the west side. Graffiti blends into murals into graffiti into murals.
Today is Our World Tuesday, where I'm participating. Here's the link. Grazie, OWT administrators.