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This quirky museum will make you question everything, including the shape of the planet.

A massive, fading granite poem is all that remains of one Whitman superfan's tribute to the famous writer.

The falls were named for the mistaken idea that they were the ones pictured on the Canadian $5 bill.

The little house that stood up to a disastrous flood has become a symbol of perseverance.

This huge ship ran aground and has simply been left to sit there ever since.

A forlorn fishing village on the coast of Labrador, full of shipwrecks and Spanish gold.

A scenic overlook of a pit mine hundreds of meters deep filled with blue water.

Despite its name this unique art piece was established to commemorate a tragic flood.

The ruined remains of an early hydroelectric dam.

A monument to the 17,000 Chinese who worked and died to build Canada's Pacific Railway.

An ever-changing gathering of crude wooden figures haunts the St. Lawrence River.

This rocky spread has been squeezed up directly from the bowels of the earth.

This three-chambered cave is the only protected natural bat hibernaculum in Quebec.

Hunt for buried treasure in Nova Scotia.

A lake in the middle of the tundra of Quebec is said to be the purest freshwater lake on Earth.

Cliffs that hold fossils, including the earliest known reptile, dating back more than 300 million years.

An ancient Viking village in North America that predates Columbus by 500 years.

A 400-square foot model of historic Quebec is the playing field for a state of the art light and sound show.

This haunted corpse of a drive-in is now a graffiti-covered ruin.

Train tunnel running underneath Quebec City.

An abandoned town centered around a paper mill powered by a large waterfall.

What was once the largest mine in North America has left behind a hollow hill filled with bright blue waters.

The remains of a paranoid inventor's hidden workshop lie in beautiful ruins amidst a Canadian park.

It may be a "Smoke Free Ontario" today, but at this museum you can still get a whiff of yesterday’s Golden Age of tobacco farming.