Lost and Found… again

Tonight I went out to Coquitlam to meet up with some of my co-van-metbloggers at a gelato place. I did not partake of gelato, although I rather dreadfully wanted to. I did watch everyone else partake, and was envious.

The missed gelato opportunity, however, is not the point of this entry. You see, after leaving the gelato place I pulled out onto the street and made a right, thinking to myself that I would just find somewhere to turn around and get back to Lougheed, from where I knew how to get home. I made a turn and went past the Wal-Mart parking lot, which I recognized from the occasional visit with my mother to Wal-Mart when I lived with her in Pitt Meadows. I thought to myself, I should be able to find my way back to the highway from here, and continued on down the road…

Things started to turn residential, and I started to get nervous. There seemed to be no getting back to any street names I recognized, but rather than turn back and admit failure, I pushed onward. I came to Production Way and thought – hey, there’s a skytrain station called that, maybe I can find my way to that. I turned on Production Way and saw a bus stop saying Brentwood – another skytrain station. I figured I must be on the right track.

I saw Gagliardi Way and knew that it connected with the highway, so I turned on to it. I had yet to see one of the self-promised Skytrain stations. When you’re used to taking transit and suddenly you have to drive from place to place, everything changes…

I’m guessing now that I must have turned the wrong way, because somehow I ended up at SFU. When I recognized the hill I’d reached 69km/hr on my bike last summer, I kind of knew where I was – nowhere near where I wanted to be. And without my bike.

The view from up there at night is lovely. Or it would be if I had stopped and got out of the car to look. I was really only trying to find the lights on Grouse so I would know which way North was – but the clouds were obscuring my only known reference point. I saw a arrow on a sign that said Vancouver and promptly followed it right back down the other side of the hill I had climbed in my poor, whining car. (Huffy doesn’t like hills. It’s why we named our car Huffy.)

When Huffy and I reached the bottom, I suddenly recognized Hastings and got very excited. I knew where I was again, albeit nowhere near Highway 1 as planned. Hastings and I go way back from when I took the 160 Bus on my 3 hour transit commute from Pitt Meadows to Grouse Mountain. From that point I was found again, and I got home just fine.

3 Comments so far

  1. Ryan Cousineau (unregistered) on March 8th, 2006 @ 10:31 am

    Since I know these streets pretty well, I have reconstructed the route you probably took using the Gmaps Pedometer. Because of the way I did the reconstruction, the path is a backtrack of your route, starting at Hastings Street.

    Feel free to use the map to update your post :).

  2. Jenny Lee Silver (unregistered) on March 8th, 2006 @ 1:25 pm

    w00t thanks. :D

    It sent your comment into spam because there were ‘too many links’ in it. It’s all better now.

  3. wyn (unregistered) on March 8th, 2006 @ 1:42 pm

    That is the coolest Google Maps hack! I’ve been trying to measure my running routes with m2 routescout and they sadly cap you after about 15 points. It has thus far been super-tricky to figure out distances covered during Seawall runs!

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