While there are no actual snakes in the history of this crooked road, there may be a number of dead horses.

Lured here by the promise of tens of thousands in gold, Jesse James started a quintessentially American trend of robbing trains in-motion.

The bones of an old zoo crumbling in the shadow of a new one.

Once the home of a local newspaper, this small museum preserves the history of Beaver Island, from its Indigenous inhabitants to the arrival of a self-proclaimed king.

The largest ski jump in the Western Hemisphere hasn't hosted skiers in decades.

These dramatic cola-colored falls have appeared in a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and a song by Sufjan Stevens.

On a remote island in the northern reaches of Lake Michigan, a museum of collectibles collides with a vintage toy store.

A larger-than-life version of the hat beloved by hunters, outdoorsmen, and Holden Caulfield.

This museum in the woods evokes the work and lives of Michigan's 19-century lumberjacks.

Michigan’s most famous shoe tree.

Inside the Wayne County airport is an amazing collection of lights and sounds.

One of the few working locomotive roundhouses in the United States.

An enormous roadside pan tells the story of a battle for pie glory.

A park and memorial dedicated to the victims of the deadliest school massacre in American history.

A mysterious light in the wood, rumoured to be the the ghost of a railroad brakeman.

Located in a Civil War era building, this café is engrained with the spirit of Edgar Allen Poe.

To truly appreciate Detroit's landmark skyscraper, you have to step inside.

The writing studio of an American adventure author, built in the style of a medieval castle.

A popular place to pick up prehistoric coral fossils from the time when Michigan was an ocean.

A subterranean world of tunnels links several buildings of this rare 19th-century asylum.

Once a bastion of its community, this gothic cathedral now stands as a haunting ruin.

Follow the original medieval paths that wind through this intriguing section of the city.

An incredibly well-preserved piece of ninth-century Viking poop.

One of the shortest streets in York has an especially odd name.