Places hopemch Wants to Go

The world's largest man-made underground caverns offer unparalleled underwater wonders.

This abandoned prison castle has become an imposing gallery of graffiti art.

Once an ambitious nature spa, these forest ruins now provide a serene monument to failure.

European castle ruins in an American state park are actually the product of death and grief.

Less a museum than a bizarre fantasy world created by artists and engineers.

Pink, packed sanctuary and home of the world's fullest-time Elvis fanatic.

This roadside attraction in the woods of Mississippi is a scalable replica of the Holy Lands during biblical times.

The last intact steam engine factory in the United States.

One of the few existing, fully functional Showbiz Pizza animatronic shows.

A dramatically eroding canyon thousands of miles from the desert.

This monument to the victims of a tragic explosion is said to turn and look at passing cars.

Tucked away on a hilltop in the backwoods of Mississippi lies the remains of a blues legend.

This iron and wood Civil War city-ship was the first vessel to be sunk by an electrically detonated torpedo.

The simple gravesite of a Romany clan leader is dotted with offerings, including cans of her favorite drink, Crush orange soda.

Walk through row upon row of manicured miniature trees at the United States' largest bonsai nursery.

Instead of becoming a power plant, this abandoned complex became a massive letdown.

A grandiose octagonal home crowned by a large dome stands out among the antebellum mansions.

A preserved stretch of ancient fossilized trees with an impressive gem collection to boot.

This historic general store still operates much as it did in the late 1800s.

The final resting place of the camel who served with the Confederate Army during the Civil War.

Florence’s mother built a stairway down to her daughter’s coffin so she could comfort her during storms.

The body of an unidentified woman, visible through a glass coffin, was discovered by accident.

Giant novelty guitars now mark the spot where Robert Johnson is said to have sold his soul to the devil.

This two-room shotgun shack in Tupelo is the birthplace of a King.