Places alaskanmoss Wants to Go

Since 1973, this block has been home to the most concentrated collection of murals in San Francisco.

A grove of "candelabra redwoods" deep in California's Lost Coast.

From sax to spuds, get 'em all at this landmark music establishment.

The famous animator's private station house and man-cave was the birthplace of imagineering.

An eclectic trailer park retreat in the middle of the California desert.

An overlooked and unassuming engineering marvel.

The highest dunes in California are the most likely place in the area to hear the Singing Sands.

The hotel room where Janis Joplin tragically died has now become a makeshift shrine to the singer.

An extensive collection of ancient Egyptian artifacts and mummies.

Sunset-colored dunes of volcanic ash make taking a poor photo impossible.

A little barn in the middle of the city preserving Hollywood treasures since 1985.

A bigger-than-life pun that has become a beacon of altruism.

The stones that traveled from Spain to eventually become a holy place for San Francisco's nature worshippers.

Gold Rush-era tombstones line the park's paths.

A Barbary Coast watering hole built into a Gold Rush shipwreck.

Not merely a museum – but a whirring powerhouse that offers a subterranean peek into the heart and soul of cable car operations.

This turn of the century masterpiece has a mysterious goaty interloper.

Once strictly off-limits, this lower level housing curious and priceless vehicles of the Petersen Automotive Museum is now open to the public.

San Francisco Bay's ghost town.

Stroll the grounds built by murder, suicide, and dirty oil money at one of Hollywood's most filmed mansions.

L.A.'s oldest operating bowling alley is a beautifully restored homage to its speakeasy days.

The abandoned personal amusement park of the King of Pop.

One of the oldest producers of hand-folded fortune cookies still uses its original secret recipe.

Julia Morgan's Moorish-Gothic labyrinth of fountains, trees, natural light and Oakland's notable dead.