Places Kerry Wolfe Wants to Go

Certain traditions prevail on the least-visited island of the Aran Islands.

These Egyptian statues have survived for 3,400 years and were an acoustic wonder of the ancient world.

This hidden Art Nouveau courtyard is an opulent feast for the eyes.

Accessible only at low tide, the deserted island is dotted with World War II ruins.

A island reachable by a causeway at low tide is possibly one of the earliest Western European locations to be identified in text.

This Irish museum in a historic 19th century market pays tribute to the glory of butter.

Stroll through a wonderland of stupendous moss-covered trees.

The atmospheric road was never meant to be so creepy.

Northern Ireland's Brobdingnagian stepping stones.

A meandering boardwalk across the bogland leads to a "stairway to heaven" with sublime views.

Feral cats keeping the rodent population at bay all across Greenpoint waterfront.

The factory for the popular Dumbo location, the Greenpoint shop is a quiet gem.

Enormous, fluffy dogs frolic around this museum dedicated to a legendary Saint Bernard.

Thriving meadows span a rooftop in one of Brooklyn's most heavily industrialized neighborhoods.

Far from the shore, this sandy victim of the Skeleton Coast looks like it was plopped in the middle of the desert.

The soaring gondola lines form the longest aerial cable car system in the world.

An absolutely beautiful 200-foot stained glass installation traces the evolution of knowledge.

More stones than Stonehenge, all scattered within a windswept landscape sure to enchant 'Outlander' fans.

Tiny horses tethered to antique rings are scattered around the city.

A dark Victorian well house now plays host to mystical waters and pagan shrines.

Blighted Irish field and the ruins of a 19th-century cottage on the edge of urban Manhattan.

Order scoops of pandan, lychee, and black sesame at this family-run institution.

No one knows how this Pacific Northwest spruce tree came to have so many trunks.

This lake in the Cascades lives up to its name, disappearing down a hole every spring.