Places Cactam Wants to Go

The now-abandoned tunnels were built for the transcontinental railroad on the route where the first wagon train entered California.

Collapsing castle on the Hudson river was once the storage site of military surplus business.

Giant, natural amphitheaters made of delicate geological formations called "hoodoos."

This unique structure in suburban Austin is made up entirely of other people's castaways, and constantly changing.

Seemingly grown on some other world, these New Mexico rock formations look like a disused science fiction set.

The first declared National Monument in the United States.

A technicolor place of worship for Elevationists.

A winding path built in secret on the edge of the continent.

One man has carved a number of natural New Mexico caves into psychedelic sandstone temples.

Remants of foundations, streets, and streetcar tracks inhabit the cliffs where a landslide occurred in 1929.

The installation’s official name, “You Who Are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies,” says it all.

A miniature village lies nearly forgotten in the forest by the side of a major highway.

Ruins of the elaborate house where the enigmatic costume designer threw glamorous parties for New York's theatrical elite.

When it was built in 1929, this historic bridge was the only place to cross the Colorado River for 600 miles.

The location of the pie company that gave a classic toy its name is now a parking lot.

This enormous abandoned factory is now a makeshift graffiti gallery.

An abandoned 146-acre summer resort slowly being reclaimed by nature.

Underground tunnels remain beneath this abandoned mental asylum.

This statue honors a pillar of the early New Haven Black community.

A statue commemorating a 16-year old girl's nighttime ride to raise a militia against attacking British troops.

This historic park site contains the last remnants of a once bustling canal system.

British troops and Prohibition couldn’t stop this spot from becoming one of the United States' oldest continuously-run taverns.

Made of bronze and wearing a blue gown, this lady sat in the same location in the Yantic Cemetery for more than 119 years.

This picturesque Victorian ghost town was once a thriving mill community.