My brother and his friends, my sister and I used to camp on an island off the coast of Michigan. It was nearly deserted and there were dunes with NO footprints. In 1969, when footprints were left on the moon, Henry and his friends thought that was the worst thing ever.
The ferry to the island landed in the middle of nothing, but there was a woman in a Jeep to greet you. She would drive you to any part of the island you wanted to be. We used to say she'd show up with her 5 dollar smile. It was a long time ago, when you could get taxied anywhere for $5.
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