Or what I used to call the Friday night therapy.
It used to be when you made the transition from the blacktop to dirt, you left the burdens of the past week at that small little crack that separates the two. I worried on the drive up, will that same calm peaceful feeling take over again when I make that transition?
Exiting the expressway I felt a twinge of apprehension, like I don't belong here anymore. You know like running into an old girlfriend or spouse after having moved on.
Yea, the drive in was as it always has been, peaceful and calm, I knew then that nothing had changed, and the reception given was as warm and friendly as it always had been. The typical Lakeside reception!
Then I remembered, I need to turn right instead of left!