Places Russell Nelson Wants to Go

This teeny-tiny park built by a San Francisco man in 1962 is mostly stairs.

A whimsical antique shop with a strong air of mystery, filled with items from ages, and what feels like worlds, past.

A quiet nook at the top of a little-known hilltop park named after California's first poet laureate.

This little valley along Highway 1 is engulfed by thousands of lilies during the spring season.

This 252 step staircase offers stunning views of San Jose.

This unique formation appears as though an asteroid landed on the forest.

The same family lived in this Victorian house for nearly 100 years without altering the building.

A water tower shaped like a giant coffee pot looms over a small Swedish village in Central California.

This massive statue of John Muir on the side of a California highway was carved from a redwood tree.

Far out of its comfort zone, this sequoia was planted as a symbol of the connection between Visalia and its neighboring national park.

This small shack near the entrance to Sequoia National Park has been in almost continuous operation for the last century.

These millipedes glow not out of attraction, but as a not-too-subtle warning.

A blast from the past in central San Diego.

Xul Solar was an artist of alternate worlds, inventor of languages, and dreamer of utopias.

Built from one couple’s vast personal collection, this free museum showcases a century’s worth of state-sponsored agitprop.

The most southern point you can drive to in the Western Hemisphere.

This California town keeps a graveyard of its retired, decorated fire hydrants.

This California museum is home to one of the largest collections related to the 'Treasure Island' author.

Social saloon from a scrapped trans-Pacific 19th century steamer.

Of all the origin stories for weed's secret code, this one likely has the goods.

This surreptitious shop is only open five hours per week.

An invitation-only museum of items natural and bizarre, arcane and exotic.

This sculpture was made out of recycled guns that were turned in to the city.

Rabanadas, the Portuguese answer to French toast, are reborn here with a glassy sugar crust and a center as light as whipped cream.