Places goodepeggy Wants to Go

A collection of fading fantasy tchotchkes lines this dirt road in the Colorado wilderness.

One of the largest Buddhist stupas in North America is built of concrete designed to last 1,000 years.

The Denver airport is guarded by a 32-foot-tall sculpture of a demonic horse.

When zealous marijuana enthusiasts kept stealing the "Mile 420" highway marker, the State of Colorado got creative.

Even in death, he's still your huckleberry.

The haunted reputation of these abandoned Colorado train tunnels is probably not helped by the terrifying spiked fence.

“You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

This tea house was a hand-built gift from Boulder's sister city in Tajikstan.

The scene of one of the darkest moments in American labor history has been left essentially untouched since the tragedy.

Community owned and operated, this property is home to a diverse set of nudists.

At the tallest peak in Colorado, an electrifying mix of thin air, lightning, and rivalry.

The world's largest carnivore sanctuary is home to over 450 meat-eating rescues.

A little-known hot spring haven right below the highway.

The largest source of fossilized insects anywhere.

The highest paved road in North America winds its way up Mount Blue Sky in Colorado to an altitude of 14,130 feet above sea level.

Wall to wall taxidermy at Denver's oldest and most exotic steakhouse.

Silver in the hills led to the speedy creation of this boom town and a lack of it saw the town abandoned nearly as quickly.

The childhood home of Henry Jones Jr. is now an adventure-themed bed and breakfast.

Rather than a run-of-the-mill franchise hotel, this lodging has been decked out in dinosaur decor.

These faux-cliff dwellings allow visitors to climb around on a replica archaeological site.

Abandoned silver mine strewn with wrecked and twisted structures.

Despite being one of the most photographed vistas in the Rockies these twin peaks are rightfully known as the "Deadly Bells."

An architect in Aspen used psychedelics as his muse while building this mushroom masterpiece.

At this Denver landmark, the meals are compulsory, the sopapillas are complimentary, and the insanity is everywhere.