Getting There
Last night we went to our long awaited blast-from-the-past concert. Cheap Trick, Heart & Journey, at the White River Amphitheater in Auburn.
I mention the venue because the concert isn’t actually the story here.
The White River Amphitheater, located 10 miles east of Auburn on an Indian reservation, is a partially covered outdoor concert venue that seats 20,000. Many relatively big name bands are booked there, to the dismay of concert-goers throughout the Puget Sound.
You see, the location is served only by a pair of two lane rural roads, and traffic in and out is disastrous. It can take cars two, three even four hours to reach the location, and 90% of folks who attend a White River Amphitheater concert swear never to go there again.
All recommendations were to use the park and ride shuttle location at the local mall, so we did. I had a few reservations about the concept – the shuttle buses, rickety local school buses, had to traverse the same congested two lane roads as everyone else, so the only net advantage was less cars on the road and front door drop-off.
We left downtown Seattle at 4:15 for a 7:00pm concert. Under good conditions, the drive to Auburn is an hour, and the drive to the amphitheater another 30 minutes.
Conditions were far from good. We didn’t get to shuttle parking until about 5:40. We ran into McDonald’s to use the restroom and then… oops. There were several hundred people in line, wrapping up and down two rows of cars in the parking lot. And why is it that the assholes who cut in front of you in line are more likely to be 1) drunk, and 2) chain smokers?
We made it on a standing room only rickety school bus at 6:30, and headed out into stop and go traffic. The 10-mile country road drive took an an hour and ten minutes.
After about 45 minutes, a couple of people were absolutely desperate to go to the bathroom. They were asking to be let off, regardless, in the middle of nowhere. The bus driver would not, stating policy; she wouldn’t let anyone off until we reached the destination.
Eventually, a couple of the most desperate made do with a shared big gulp cup in a section walled off with blankets and coats. It was quite a pathetic group bonding experience. I don’t think those folks took the shuttle bus on return.
In spite of starting our journey very early (4:15 pm) and concert starting late, we missed the first 25 minutes, arriving just in time for Cheap Trick’s encore. The concert was excellent, I’ll post about that separately – the real story here is the transport.
We skipped Journey’s encore to line up for the shuttle bus returning to our car. There were already a couple hundred people in line, and yes, we again encountered booze & cigarette-fortified line-jumpers. We allowed them to live.
We made it onto a bus fairly quickly, there were several lined up, and headed out. Almost immediately, the driver took an unfamiliar turn. “Oh, she’s taking an alternate route to miss traffic, good.”
Uh, wrong!
Nearly forty-five minutes later, completely disoriented after driving down several long dark back roads, the bus driver admitted she was lost. She asked if anyone had a GPS or a map. She called her dispatcher, and got her first set of directions back to civilization. Another bus was following, and we turned around and followed it for a while.
A half hour later, as we headed up what looked like a low mountain pass and past a state park, one guy admitted to having a GPS and pointed out to her that she was way off-route and that again, she’d missed a turn and we’d be dozens of miles and a very long time getting back to town. We turned around and backtracked – the other lost bus, for all I know, is still driving around in the dark.
The bus dispatcher was, by this time, no longer answering the radio, but GPS guy sat up front near her and navigated her back to civilization.
At this point, the bus was divided into two camps – the mildly irritated, laughing and patient majority that assumed we’d figure it out, and the hostile and nasty minority who were screaming insults, random directions, and for her to slow down and speed up.
When we came to the main road again, we crossed a concert traffic police roadblock. Several folks screamed for her to stop and get directions. Most of the nasty minority stomped off the bus (no “must stay onboard” policy by this point!), swearing they’d get home some other way. (How were they going to call for a ride, since they didn’t know where they were?)
One of the cops gave directions, while another cop took the driver off the bus – not that she was in trouble, just walked around with her, calmed her down, made sure she was ok to drive. (I give the woman credit – I’d have been a quivering wreck by then.) A third climbed on the bus and spoke to those of us still onboard. We assured the officer we were fine with her driving skills, just had no confidence in her ability to find the broadside of a barn.
At our nearly unanimous request, the cops provided an escort all the way back to shuttle parking for the poor bus driver. The cops also gave the nasty minority a chance to re-board. The rest of us onboard allowed them to live.
We retraced our route to the concert venue and drove back to the shuttle parking, and the cop pulled over on the exit and waved the bus driver on. With about five blocks to go, the driver managed to get lost one last time on the way to shuttle parking. She missed the turnoff to the mall and had to backtrack to finally get us there.
We had been on one of the first buses to leave the amphitheater, but when we finally arrived after two hours of wandering lost, the parking lot was nearly empty and our cars were the last ones there. I retraced our route, here:
I think we’ve joined the 90% of concert goers that will not be attending another White River Amphitheater concert. It’s too bad, they book some great acts.
Posted on Saturday, September 20th, 2008 by Jeri
Under: Puget Sound, rant | 7 Comments »













