When accessibility attacks
Step-click. Step-click. Step-click. Step-click. Step-click.
At the top of the steps I paused, and balancing on my crutches for a second, surveyed the Caltrain platform. In front of me was the one crosswalk where pedestrians could cross from one side (trains headed south to San Jose) to the other (trains headed north to San Francisco, which is where I need to go). But which side was which? There was not a sign in sight.
So I started crutch-walking the 200 yards or so to the other end of the platform where people were waiting. I’m pretty good on crutches but it’s still slow-going: step-click, step-click, step-click. I get three-quarters of the way to the other side of the platform and there is a sign: San Jose (Southbound). Oh no!
Now I have the information I need to make my decision - oh, but there’s no crosswalk here, I have to turn around and go back to where I started to cross over. By the time I had navigated back to the crosswalk, crossed to the other side of the platform, and started towards the ticket machines, I had missed my train.
