I spent my summers working at a rustic summer camp in Bellvile, Ohio. We would have week long sessions starting on Sunday afternoons and ending saturday mornings, which meant I had to drive down Possum Run Road twice a week, for seven weeks of the summer, for five years. That’s 70 times, not including all of the miscellenous trips inbetween. This drive is the most tranquil in the world, and it reminds me of home.