Chilliwack'ed Ep. 3

Ep. 3: A Profusion of Confusion

As one enters Mission with the intention of going to Abbotsford, there are likely signs of varying nature which indicate the correct turn onto the Abbotsford-Mission Highway. I did not see these. There was, however, a "Route 11" which looked remarkably like the overhead pictures I saw on Google Maps; yet it was not exactly what I wanted to take, so I kept on going.
As I continued to push through Mission, the thought occurred to me that Mission is really not that large a town and I seemed to be going very far to get to a road which should go into the middle of Mission. Eventually the suburban scenery dissipated, leaving an info center in the distance as the only possible location for assistance in this moment of uncertainty.
I will, for your benefit, translate the thoughts that were going through my mind, though in nicer language because it was spoken in anger initially and I am able to correct this now:
"Well I certainly feel bad for having missed that seemingly un-signed turn. It did seem inevitable earlier that I would miss something at some point, but this is getting close to my limit of patience. Oh, and I have to climb a hill to make up for my ill-chosen direction... I don't think it looks like a nice hill, either... Ah well, have to get back."
Imagine something like that, except with a bit of profanity thrown in there.
Anyways, fortunately there was a route back which meant I didn't have to go the full distance, but instead just over some overpasses till I hit Route 11. As I went over the bridge which spans the width of the Fraser River, it reminded me of the last time I had been there around sunset. I couldn't reminisce long, unfortunately... It was important that I got over the bridge quickly as I was riding my bike over it, an infraction merely due to a low railing making one's height on a bike enough that hitting the railing might turn your bike ride into a swim hastily. Really, you don't have to worry... I'm safe for the most part and even when I'm not, it's typically calculated stupidity.
So after a small detour, I was on track, over the bridge staring out at the wonderful world of Abbotsford... Well, it was Abbotsford, anyways... Lots of fields and basically nothingness civilization-wise, but I kept going.... to Sumas Road.