Places folleytaelor Wants to Go

This dilapidated ship carcass covered in trees is a striking sight.

This family mausoleum is steeped in symbolism and looks more like a fantasy location than a grave.

Railways may have forged this quintet of lovely tunnels, but now they are open to hikers.

One of the largest cat sanctuaries in North America is considered a "Club Med" for felines.

This Elizabethan hedge maze is one of only six in North America.

A renegade art installation in a small Vancouver park is now officially sanctioned by the City Parks Department.

Made of granite, this is a symbol of the Inuit peoples near water that expresses abundance.

This expansive bridge in the Canadian wilderness was originally just built for friends.

The remains of a Canadian train crash are now mouldering beneath layers of rust and graffiti.

These natural hot springs form four-tiered soaking pools with temperatures ranging from 85 to 115 degrees Fahrenheit.

While it is not equipped to peer into outer space this observatory looks like it was built on the moon.

A giant sculpture dedicated to a staple of South Bend food culture.

This super-sized skillet is a replica of a usable giant pan where a woman once skated on bacon.

This lake in the Cascades lives up to its name, disappearing down a hole every spring.

Hundreds of painted rocks dazzle this small beach where adding your own is encouraged.

Raised catwalk walk through the trees alongside a river starting from an abandoned and colorful pumping station.

This small, rural pioneer cemetery is full of interesting grave markers.

It stands tall, honoring the town’s nickname of Ballad Town USA, while paying tribute to the city’s rich history of barbershop quartet singing.

The largest non-native tree in Washington

A plaque commemorates the spot in the Oregon woods where the first-ever Geocache was hidden.

A mass of iron named for the fire-dwelling mythological amphibian sits alongside the first west coast iron furnace.

A heavenly experience, right here on Terra Firma.

These old stone ruins in the Oregon wilderness were once bathrooms and are steeped in legends of murder.

Instead of fruit, the branches of this tree are brimming with hopes and dreams.