Beyond Hope

OK so I didn't get murdered by a chainsaw wielding maniac.
BUT...
That town was freaky. At 4 am I got woken by my door being bashed and shaken and my lock jiggled. I still have no effing idea what it was but it was like there was a demon out there trying to get in. It stopped when I got up and put on a light.
WHAT THE...?
I guess it could have been a fierce Canadian wind. A very fierce Canadian wind. Or a bear who wanted to get in at the large quantity of bananas I have with me. Or someone from another room who got drunk and thought their door was stuck. I don't know. At 4 am, the most plausible explanation was that it was A MURDEROUS AXE WIELDING LUNATIC WHO WANTED TO THRUST HIS HEAD THROUGH THE DOOR AND SCREAM HERRRRRE'S JOHNNY, BEFORE CUTTING ME INTO LITTLE PIECES AND EATING THEM!
Anyway, I didn't get much sleep. I had only got to sleep at 3, the lunatic (or bear, or wind etc) came round at 4, and after that I wasn't feeling sleepy.
So next day, despite being in a place optimistically named "Hope" I despaired. The day before I had been so bad a driver I had... yeah well, it's a bit embarassing what actually happened but it wasn't my finest hour let's just say that. Now I'd had 1 or 2 hours sleep, it was pouring rain and I had a choice of driving up a mountain in the fog or staying another night in the chainsaw town.
Neither was looking good. I got so dejected I turned around and drove back to Vancouver.
Or thought I did.
Wow, I'm thinking, as I drove off in my sleepy daze, this so much more scenic on this side of the river. On the other side it was all suburbs, who would have thought this landscape would be so different. Man I'm lucky I didn't try to go on in my state - that was 300km or so to the next town and this hundred and fifty k to Vancouver is taking, like, forever.
Does anyone else smell a moron?
I was so tired I went straight past my road and driven off in a third direction. 200km down the road realised I was heading toward a place called "Hundred Mile House" and pretty much nothing else but logged out badlands.
So...
I didn't get where I was going. I didn't turn back. I got to see a side of Canada I had never dreamed of. Still alive, still driving, just reached the Rockies today. Passed a sign reading "Dangers d'ourse. Bear Warning". Yeah, it's all good.