Places Joshua Foer Wants to Go

This museum boasts a bucket of teeth and tells the tale of a 20th-century dental circus.

A meditative space out of a fantasy story.

The massive, incredibly rare instrument is over 11 feet tall with a range so deep it goes lower than humans can hear.

A scenic canyon with thick forests and historic ruins.

Lions and tigers and leopards, servals, pumas, bobcats, lynxes, and ocelots... oh my!

Everything you always wanted to know about borates is here.

During WWII the U.S. Navy conducted primitive drone strikes on this Lake Michigan lighthouse.

A medical facility that has been kept frozen in time.

Display that gathers the basic elements of the universe in one convenient location.

A rare pod of derelict midcentury Futuro and Venturo houses lines a semi-abandoned beachfront resort outside Taipei.

This airfield is home to a number of retired vintage planes in various states of disrepair.

Now nearly abandoned, Kaskaskia was once the capital of Illinois and one of the most important towns on the upper Mississippi.

A cavernous three-story, 43,800-square-foot basement that was forgotten about for 60 years.

Beautiful stained glass depictions of the history of human flight fill this surprising chapel.

A portal into the bricked up canal that runs through the heart of Washington D.C.

One of the largest fleets of armored vehicles in the world, sitting out in the California desert.

Ohio's 19th-century communist micro-society.

More than 500 unique and specially designed cases collected by D.C.'s "Harmonica Case Man."

This Victorian marvel of engineering and artistic prowess is nicknamed the "Cathedral of Steam."

This abandoned fishing settlement may well be the greenest village in the world.

An obscure public service from the U.S. government that redeems burnt, moldy, and soiled old greenbacks.

A micro-communist utopia in Spain with no police, no mortgages and full employment.

Admire the art and then buy a raccoon skull cleaned by flesh-eating beetles.

A collaboration of art and ornithology mourns the calls of Sydney's lost birds.