Places jkeller1892 Wants to Go

An unoccupied lighthouse encased in layers of ice from the waters of Lake Erie.

In the Mound Hill Cemetery resides the final resting place of the world's tallest couple.

An abandoned railroad tunnel transformed into a creepy path for hikers and cyclists.

Sail through this subterranean show cave that is home to a legend that would go on to name nearly everything around it.

Penn State's giant bug collection.

This Frank Lloyd Wright summer house was designed along Lake Erie as a retreat for a client's wife.

A natural gas leak provides a flickering flame beneath a waterfall.

This two-room factory has been cranking out the musical signifier of zaniness for a century.

A rock maze opens up to a panoramic viewpoint at an abandoned mine full of ghost stories.

Town full of spiritualists, some of whom are mediums, is still in full swing after 130 years.

For decades, it has disappeared and reappeared as water levels rise and fall.

An abandoned tuberculosis hospital moulders on into an uncertain future.

This lush forest valley was once mined for lumber to the extent that it was once nicknamed "The Pennsylvania Desert."

Contrary to what one might expect, ice forms inside this small cavern during the summer and melts during the winter.

The steel hull of a wrecked tug rests on Lobster Cove on Monhegan Island’s rocky southeastern shore.

As communication goes completely wireless, this Maine museum remembers all the wires that got us to this point.

A restored historic movie theater is the perfect place for a regional film archive.

East meets West in this Japanese-style garden featuring plants native to Maine’s Mount Desert Island.

A showcase of geologic history is home to one of the largest collection of lunar meteorites on Earth.

This massive solar system model is sprawled out across Maine's suburban wilderness.

An elderly widow still operates the incredibly detailed model railroad she and her husband built by hand.

Stone monument honoring a town founder has a witch-boot shaped stain and a curse to go with it.

A roadside park in eastern Maine first marked the halfway point between the equator and North Pole with a brass pin in 1896.

A beautiful, water-filled quarry that has become a popular haunt for swimmers and artists.