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Hidden in a secluded Greek cove is a pristine beach marred only by the rusting smuggler's hulk stranded on its shores.

Open since 1938, this diner has kept its fountain, malt machine, and all the gum that greasers left beneath its counter.

Artifacts from a battleship sunk at Pearl Harbor displayed in the Capitol building of its namesake.

Phoenix man has two yards full of vintage signs and antiques.

This trippy wonderland is the result of one man's obsessive, decades long passion project.

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

Fall through a crack in the seams of reality at this immersive art installation.

Mine your own precious stones.

This institution collects the history of burlesque dancing with a titillating collection of ephemera and pasties.

Thousands of artifacts relating to human sexuality, including the world's largest sex bike.

An installation tells of the horrific 1964 tsunami that devastated Crescent City, California.

A lighthouse built to save lives that took quite a few with its treacherous location.

This 19th-century museum inside of a lighthouse is only accessible during low tide.

Two mammoth statues inspired by equally tall tales lure tourists to this roadside attraction.

Hidden above a drug store on a nondescript corner of Lincoln Heights is a private clubhouse for intrepid explorers.

An annual celebration of the infamous, unsolved skyjacking.

Quirky movable sculptures have been racing through the town since 1983.

A beautiful footbridge with over 2,000 glass sculptures along the walls and ceiling.

This perfectly preserved Chinese medicine shop was untouched for decades before being reopened as a museum.

Bridges, terraces, and replicas of historic structures all built of rock and petrified wood by one man.

Treehouse motel and treehouse-building school.

The longest continuous lava tube in Oregon.

Oregon's unexpected high desert, displaying layers of time in a colorful show.

An emporium for the weird, creepy, rare, and just plain gross.