on the bus

Tuesday night, on my way through Chicago, I had the “pleasure” of riding a bus on my way to my final destination.  The long wait for the bus to arrive and events of the subsequent ride reaffirmed my belief that it is (almost) always better to take a train for as much of the journey as possible (at least in Chicago).  Here are some reasons why, with a few anecdotes from the Tuesday night trip.

The main reason, which is kind of two in one, is that trains don’t have to fight traffic and thus (usually) have a more reliable schedule.  If there is some issue with a traffic jam or road closure, the bus has to deal with it, but a train has no issue with cars or other traffic.  Because of this, the train can keep on its schedule without any care of problems from other vehicles.

A train has specific stops that it always makes, so you can confidently estimate how long a certain trip will make.  Because a bus determines where to stop to pick people up and them off based on riders (unless you’re on an express route, which would act more like a train in this way), one can never know how time will be added to a trip.  There are certain times when it will be busy, to be sure, but one can never really know, especially if it is a route or time you are unfamiliar with riding.

A train won’t be slowed down by people boarding or paying slowly or riders looking for money to pay with.  This was perhaps the most eventful aspect of my evening bus ride.  As I boarded, there was a woman who had gotten on a few blocks prior but didn’t have enough money for the ride.  The driver had taken her a few blocks but wouldn’t go any further until she paid her fair.  So she started asking people for change to get her needed $2.  This was quite the fiasco, and probably added at least 5 minutes to our trip.  Even after one woman had paid for her fare using some money on a fare card the driver was “confused” (I’ll give him credit for not realizing his mistake instead of just being a total ass) as to what had happened, thinking it had been her unlimited pass, causing the delay to go on even longer before the woman finally got her money.

My experiences with buses in Milwaukee, however, have been a bit better.  The buses tend to be on time and on schedule, but I think that has to do with the fact that, since MKE only has buses, they better work correctly, otherwise people would get quite upset.  Maybe I haven’t ridden on routes or in places where there are issues (I did have an issue on 3 July after watching fireworks, but I suppose that can be expected), but, for whatever reason (maybe less traffic, fewer riders, or just having a better sense of traffic and rider patters), MKE’s buses seem to have their act together.  Soon it will be on to DC to deal with the Metro.  We’ll see what I think of their transit system!

mowana kicks ass

As you know, I just spent a week volunteering at Camp Mowana, and it didn’t disappoint.  I was actually there almost exactly 7 days, arriving and leaving on Saturday afternoons, having the opportunity to meet and hang out with the staff during their time off in addition to the volunteering during the week.

What’s so great about camp?  Working with the kids is great.  No matter how much of a challenge a camper might be, there’s still a reward to be had from seeing them grow in some way, big or small, during their week at camp.  As a counselor, I saw campers mature in their understanding of others, teamwork abilities, love through differences, and many other great ways.  As the Discovery (Bible study) leader, I participated in the students’ faith growth in a different way that I did as a counselor. The two are very different from one another, but both are greatly rewarding in their own right.

The other part of that is the staff.  When I go to Mowana, I can count on meeting fun, amazing, loving people who will leave a mark on my life.  Even with only a short time to meet new people this visit, I found that same environment of love and acceptance that I’ve come to expect from Mowana staff.  The Mowana community is perhaps what pulled me back for 4+ summers on staff and continues to make me want to work there as many more summers as I can.

Mowana isn’t something one can adequately write about in a blog, though; I think only current and former staff, and campers, though in a different way, can really know what it means to be a part of that Mowana community.  I’m so grateful for my many weeks on staff and that I had the chance to return again this summer, and I look forward to many more fulfilling weeks to come in the future.