Places aeholmquist Wants to Go

A quaint miniatures museum that turns its focus towards the lives of Americans in a simpler time.

On the shores of Lake Kalamazoo, a plaque marks a fictional event where an island nation ran aground.

This museum remembers an apocalyptic cult that became more famous for baseball than religious radicalism.

A chilling disappearance (and rescue) of a child uncovers a geological mystery.

The site of a 19th century "dream city" that almost rivaled Chicago before being swallowed by the Indiana sand dunes.

Home to items never before seen by the public.

There are eight natural springs around town, each with a slightly different taste.

This super steep hike ascends 2,000 feet in less than a mile.

Hidden beneath a bridge, this waterfall is known for the large amounts of graffiti painted on its base.

Small teepee-like houses built for TB patients have become sheds, studios, and bus stops around Colorado Springs.

The superstar of Cold War nuclear bunkers has been featured in countless films but is now barely operational.

This naturally-sourced hot spring is now home to a clothing-optional resort.

The city of Rockford, Illinois is symbolically protected by a quartet of fittingly stony sentinels.

A place of great reverence for Trekkies everywhere, a hero's future birthplace.

This Mediterranean castle was built for a millionaire and his giant dog.

The birthplace of a titan of American cinema.

A museum of the dime museum that features weird entertainments of yesteryear, from feejee mermaids to flea circuses.

The remains of a enormous earthen figure of unknown origins cuts across a rural Wisconsin road.

A stone marker memorializes the spot where the King broke up a street fight with a classic karate stance.

A largely forgotten and touching neoclassical marble fountain overlooking a bear mound effigy.

The arboretum whose marshy soil sucked up the dreams of housing developers.

Hidden away in the city of Madison, Wisconsin is a nearly forgotten home that Frank Lloyd Wright built for a childhood friend.

A giant, Gilded Age mansion that once belonged to the beer baron of Milwaukee.

This holy goods emporium is where priests go for a little retail therapy to outfit their churches.