Places janepeytonjohnson Wants to Go

The ghostly remains of an accidental sea.

A self-built castle made by a mysterious man.

This revered mutant tree was felled in an act of ecoterrorism leaving a legacy of myth and possibly murder.

Hauntingly beautiful totem poles left by the Haida.

Cougar Annie earned her nickname after shooting 60 cougars over the years as well as 80 black bears who threatened her garden.

The largest collection of ornamental hair combs on the planet.

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

The old Niles Canyon Aqueduct in the San Francisco Bay Area is a bemusing and secret trail through nature for wayward travelers.

A Prada store in the West Texas desert that is never open for business.

Located on 420 acres in the high desert, this spiritual center is dedicated to the "science of the future."

"Only the devil could play golf here."

The lowest point in North America is home to an undrinkable pool surrounded by fields of geometric salt flats.

Explore 10 acres of environmental sculptures.

A pair of slides and a tree-lined stair corridor have been an urban oasis for nearly 40 years.

The one-time watch house for incoming ships at the Golden Gate now stands abandoned and hidden in trees.

The only theatre in the world constructed specifically for sound movement.

Adolph Sutro's little-known, geographically inaccurate, deprecated monument.

The seawater playground of gilded-era San Francisco burned to the ground in 1966.

A home made entirely from scrapped, reclaimed and recycled material in Whitman County, Washington.

Abandoned waterpark turned counter-culture mecca.

Down a cobblestone alleyway is a museum dedicated to Romanticism, with a secret garden.

High atop the Eiffel Tower is a small apartment built exclusively to entertain the science elite and make the rest of Paris jealous.

Built in just a little over a week this preserved bunker was created to protect our most attractive POTUS while he was on vacation.

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