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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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