ONE The car slowed, creeping steadily over the bumpy road that had been reduced to little more than a cow path the past several years. The road, beyond the intersection he d passed a mile back, was no longer used. It was simply a bumpy lane that connected the village main street and the old lighthouse on Lake Michigan s east shore. A weathered No Trespassing sign was nailed to the dilapidated gate. Another was fastened over the doorway that led to the lighthouse tower. He chose to ignore both. The April breeze blew the scent of fresh water inland from the Great Lake. The breeze was unusu- ally warm for northern Michigan in mid April. Just yesterday he d overheard two men talking about the record that had been set last year and the snow that had blanketed the landscape before melting away, finally relinquishing its wintry hold on the area. He didn t know about any records. He d been in
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