How to be a pedestrian in Casper

1. Don't assume that drivers see you, and don't assume they do not see you. They will stop for you when it would be unsafe to cross the street, and they will ignore you when you have one foot in the intersection (or, indeed, when you are halfway across the intersection; most drivers are very skilled at pretending not to see you).
2. Don't take it personally when homeowners and business owners neglect to clear their sidewalks. They don't hate you personally, they just don't care if you fall on the compacted ice/snow/slush. The nicer ones will throw out a little salt, which will clear the ice only enough for you to become confident in walking at normal speed, only to slip and twist your back to avoid falling.
3. Don't be surprised if you are accosted by dogs, children, and homeless/drunk/bored people.
4. Get used to having acquaintances say, "Hey, I saw you walking!" While you are waiting for the rest of their point, they are waiting for you to be equally excited. They saw you! Walking! The especially excitable ones will say, "I waved/honked, but you didn't see me." Because they were driving by at 30 mph and you were trying not to get run over, instead of paying attention to who might be honking and/or waving.

Obviously, walking in this town is a novelty that is usually reserved for those who have no other choice. Given the harshness of the weather, it makes some sense. I just can't conform.

Maybe when it's bicycling season again, I'll regale you with a list of instructions for how to cycle in Casper. It's pretty much the same as above, except you also have to look out for drivers who treat you like a pedestrian, and those who treat you like a target. Also, there are very few bike lanes, so that leaves you on the sidewalk with cracks and curb cuts, or in the street with traffic. No wonder I've finally started wearing a helmet.

Comments

[mums]

You and Dad are simpatico about pedestrian trials. I'm glad you're both still alive!

[Bill]

Your first comment applies to Rose Street anytime trying to cross at 3rd. 90 % of the time it's the driver on the opposite side of the street that stops. Then I look for a big enough break in the cars on my side, the drivers all looking some other place, to step out and very warily hope I am seen. Such fun! Keeps the heart pumping, and I try not to mouth the words I'm thinking so clearly as to be understood by said drivers. :-)