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in his words, “That lake isn’t ‘on the way to anything’.
And the roads are almost non-existent, just dirt, gravel
and potholes.”
He really wasn’t pleased about the prospect of this
trip, but we both seemed to have a sense that Miss
Grace was used to getting her way.

As we caravanned out the driveway,
I noticed a gentle floating mist

that seemed to gather and follow us.
It was yet another omen to me
of the journey ahead.

All too soon, we pulled off the highway and believe
me, the Professor was 100 percent right about those
bloody roads. I don’t think we went more than a few
hundred feet before we would go around another
bumpy curve.

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