Five hours out of New York I found myself on the Cape Cod highway creeping toward Whaler’s Bay. The snow had hit halfway into Rhode Island, and the closer I got to the Atlantic the heavier it had become, blowing across the road in thick, sloppy bursts, blurring gray skies and making visibility beyond the wagging windshield wipers nearly nonexistent. The Sagamore Bridge, an enormous structure of steel and concrete linking the Cape to the mainland, had been difficult to negotiate in the storm, and I figured I’d made it just under the wire. If this weather persisted they’d close the thing down within the hour. But now on the other side, the desolate path of highway cutting through the heavy forests was still familiar. Nothing much ever changed around here, and maybe this time, that was on my side. [...]
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