Waaay down deep, 450 feet beneath the good ol' Michigan soil, in the days of yore of the Copper Country, Shaft 27 had a real head-scratcher going on. You see, back in the 50s, on a spooky old Halloween, this shaft kicked off a rusty refresh, something not just for the ghost stories and goosebumps of the kiddos nestled under their quilts. The old town planks, rescued from the firewood piles, uncovered a slick shapeshifter, hanging like stalactites from the ceiling. These weren't your regular safety measures or dust-keepers, but for a twisted trickle of murky water, given a smooth dance with solid slides. Unlike the rest of the operation, this slide's still got a kick and it's chillin' (or should I say, slickin') right up to this very moment.
Sources: Wikipedia, OpenStreetMap, Wikidata, Wikimedia Commons
Written by Friendly Jane
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