I know, because I’m from one. My family lives in Ludington, Mich., a summer hotspot on the shore of Lake Michigan. Starting in June, our downtown is packed with ice cream-licking tourists, sunset watchers and sand dune hikers who never stray too far from the trail. They often buy tickets to board the S.S. Badger, a car ferry that ships directly across Lake Michigan to Manitowoc, Wis., a small town that mirrors our own.
I was eager to snag the opportunity to write about walking through a haunted forest, but it took until the day of our trip to the Terrorfied Forest for my rational mind to kick into action and my feet to turn cold.