If you seek a pleasant newsletter, look about you
There's a flashlight under my chin as I write this in the dark. I need to tell you about a place where the skies glow the color of the copper mined below. A place where you can ... take a tram ... if you dare ... to be scared. Houghton's Quincy Mine is ready for you. [Poof. Wind blows out candle.] |
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| They came for the lumber boom, arrived by the thousands where towns didn't exist. They sprung up with their families around mines in remote towns only accessible by a rail line that's no longer there. The ghost towns of Michigan are out there, with their rotting churches and buried cabins. You should visit. Listen closely for whipsaw, there's still lumber to cut... |
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| This story takes place inside a cave. And it's tucked away off M-22. But if you hate a cave that's scary, try a cave that's dairy. Cheese cave! |
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| Kalamazoo straight up has a haunted castle. Everybody knows it. Don't @ us. There are unexplained things happening all the time. Just read this. |
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