Riding the L

In Atlanta you have MARTA. In Washington D.C. you have METRO. In Chicago, they have the “L”.

We have nothing like that here.

But I do follow a path to town that I lovingly call the “L”.

We live in a big, almost rectangle, state.

Then, we live in little squares.

We have a road every mile. North, South, East and West, there is a road. Most are dirt, only some are paved. They are all straight lines.

To get to town, I drive down the long part of the L, then turn left (east), and make the jaunt down the short part of the L.

To get back home, I just have to go backwards up the L.

For the most part, we travel in very straight lines.

There are, however, slight curves when traveling north where county lines meet.

The other day, we were traveling north to the “big” Wal-Mart in Great Bend. I went around those two gentle curves in the road.

I didn’t think much of it, until I heard “wwwwhooooaaaaaa” from the little 2 ½ year old rider in the back seat.

Yes, little one that was a curve.

Bless Her.