CHAPTER 2
As we approached Silver Lake, I was excited. I’d never seen sand dunes. I was surprised to see them rise up on the other side of Silver Lake.
“Christ Tim, I didn’t know the dunes were so boss, man, they’re mando.”
“Yeah, they run about three miles along Lake Michigan, and they run a mile and a half across from the edge of Silver Lake to Lake Michigan.”
“Look at how high they are. I thought the dunes were flat, Tim.”
“No, the tallest sand dune is named Mount Vesuvius after the mountain in Italy. It’s about two-hundred feet high. We race our dune scooters up it and then throw the scooter in reverse and back down the dune at about thirty miles an hour. It scares the living hell out of some of the paying thrill seekers.” Tim laughed. “You’ll like driving the dune scooters, Rail.
