Places anjelkitty Wants to Go

Home to a seasonal waterfall and swimming hole in the Ouachita Mountains.

The seamy, underground secrets of Portland's criminal past.

Each year these high desert hills are absolutely covered with poppy flowers in a surreal show of nature.

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

Quite simply the largest tree in the world (by volume).

The second-largest giant sequoia in the world.

Under the right circumstances, this waterfall in Yosemite briefly turns a luminescent fiery orange.

Eastern zen meets Western grit in these four little trees growing out of a rock on Lake Tahoe’s Nevada shore.

The viewpoint for this attractive, off-the-beaten-path waterfall is reached by a paved, wheelchair-accessible trail.

The oldest orange tree in California spawned a generation of citrus farmers.

A raised boardwalk winds through a thicket of stunted, century-old trees no more than nine feet tall.

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

Featuring a casually threatening atmosphere along with dessert and coffee to die for.

The first space rock known to have struck a human.

Since it formed millions of years ago, this cave system has been a sacred burial ground, a Prohibition-era speakeasy, and the center of an amusement park.

A sinuous monument to the first person who was struck by a meteorite.

The highest point in Alabama was almost completely deforested, but is now home to protected towers and trees.

Healing Springs that once ran red with soldiers' blood.

An old bank vault in Atlanta is now the eternal shrine to the King of Rock and Roll.

A local dive where religious kitsch, Southern identity, and queer culture collide.

A provocative museum dedicated to the genre and the harsh realities that inspired its origins.

A grassroots community effort in the 1970s led to the creation of this beautiful garden full of delightfully whimsical exhibits.

According to one local tradition, the entrance to the Voodoo underworld can be found in New Orleans through seven gates scattered throughout the city's French Quarter.

Storyville was New Orleans' historic red light district and hotbed of jazz music, sometimes referred to simply as "The District."