I had an interesting time today. This morning I had decided to drive “up the hill” to the Sierra Foothills and see Apple Hill – an area with perhaps a couple of dozen apple farms that are open to the public during the fall.
The larger farms are really geared for public entertainment with vendors and restaurants.
So Toby (my dog) and I jump into my little sports car and we head up Highway 50.
At the point of my turnoff things started looking ominous. From the eastbound direction there are several turnoffs where one makes a left turn across oncoming traffic, and the DMV or Highway Patrol had blocked all of these left turn lanes.
So on we go another 5-7 miles up the hill to the one turnoff we can make. There had to have been several hundred cars all stopped in the right lane of the freeway and all trying to get to the exit.
By this time I thought that if it is that bad at the exit it has to be equally bad on the surface roads that go to the farms. So I decided to “abort the mission”.
One hundred miles for nothing…
That evening I was telling someone at the deli counter at my supermarket about this and another customer said “we were there – it was horrible. Took us 3.5 hours to get to the farm (probably 5 miles off the freeway?)
I started to wonder why all those people chose to continue with horrible traffic.
Was it no “situational awareness” – thinking it was only bad at the freeway? They wanted to go no matter the difficulty? Nothing else to do Sunday? Or they were just optimistic?
All I know is, people were either in that situation because they had to be there or they wanted to be there.
And a lot of them mysteriously wanted to be there.