Hello, I was wondering if there are vortexes in Bessemer, Michigan. I came across your website and it triggered a memory I experienced with my friend, Danny who lives there. One day we went hiking. Found a trail and kept following it. It was about 11am. We just figured it would take us to a bluff that would be barren, and ended there, like the rest of surrounding areas. This area is well known as Iron Ore country. Apple trees grow above ground, beautiful, delicious apples. But are protected from the ground beneath it, because they are old iron mine shafts which were located there. You cannot walk on the ground, for fear, of the ground taking you down, and being buried. Anyway, just giving you a visual of how it looked. To our surprise we kept walking through the clearing of wooded tres, than we came across old houses, empty. Than as we walked further we were surrounded by a another wooded area with lots of trees, again. As we kept walking, we did find a bluff. On top was a dump yard. Curious as I was I started digging, and found some old bottles, dated back to 1922. There was a lot more unbroken items, and bottles, but could not carry it all. The milk bottle I found, felt very significant and important to me, because it was when my dad was born. Danny and I sat awhile talking about life, and all this that surrounded us, and found it interesting, saying we would come back tomorrow to explore more. It was getting late, and we did not want to be late for supper, as grandma always expected us to be home on time. We were so excited about our find Everybody was skeptical and my other cousins, because we told them the path and said it was a dead end, nothing up there. I said that was interesting, because here’s the proof. I took it out of my bag I was carrying, placed it on the kitchen table. They were puzzled. We all agreed to take the hike again the next day. Danny, led the way. To our surprise it led us to a dead end. We knew the landmarks we took, but it wasn’t the same. My other cousins and friends were telling us we had the wrong road. We checked out every pathway, and it was still the same. Many years later, I saw my friend. Danny, who lives in Bessemer Michigan, and I in California. We are still mystified as to what happened to us that day. I still have that mystery milk bottle dated 1922. Any opinion that you can offer to this experience, would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, Linda