Gate To The Promised Land?   The drive seemed to take forever, when in actuality, it was only twenty five minutes from my driveway. I knew the way well, and found myself pushing the Suburban like a NASCAR, every corner bringing me closer to the finish line. But instead of a trophy, my reward is hunting land.   To say I was eager to check out this new spot would be an understatement. What wonders awaiting me on the other side of this gate?