Hey friends, Nina here. You might be hearing some unusual ads before an episode of already gone.

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but sometimes our ad provider is tricked by the advertiser and these ad slip through,

so please bear with us as we get through another hectic election season.

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And now, on with the show.

This week is the second of two summer vacation stories on already gone.

In our last episode, we discussed the death of Florence Unger.

Flo was vacationing with her husband and children when she fell or was pushed to her death.

This week, we're headed back up north, but we're on the other side of the state.

The setting of today's story is Lake Huron. Now, Huron is my favorite of the Great Lakes,

not because it's the biggest, not because it's the most beautiful, but it's where I've spent the most time.

When I was a tween and teen, my parents sent me to a summer camp on Lake Huron.

The camp was just north of Lexington and each summer, I'd spend a few weeks there.

In the afternoon when the sun was at its hottest, we would be in the water, swimming,

floating and searching for the plentiful Patsky stones that littered the floor of the lake.

Every gorgeous sunrise, long afternoons in the water,

evenings around a bonfire in the sand, with the soft rolling waves of the lake as our background,

I have so many good memories of Lake Huron. And now, if I really think about it,

I can feel the bracing cold water on my skin. And to be honest, I miss Lake Huron.

Lake Huron, she has her own stories and her own secrets, and today we're going to explore one of them.

So come with me to August 10th, 2005, when a young couple sets out on a journey across Lake Huron,

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