We had a meeting at Sky Lake, and for whatever reason, I was in a sentimental mood while we were driving home. (Maybe it's because we were listening to the new "80s and More" radio station.) As we came around a certain bend on Route 17W, I saw for the millionth time these three radio (?) towers up on the hill. It took me back to every other car ride where I watched those towers as they seemed to move as the vehicle maneuvered through the turn. I watched them as I rode with camp friends, boyfriends, and myself. I used to really dislike driving/riding Route 17, but now it's starting to feel like a friend.