Places melindac Wants to Go

A rugged lava field dotted with molds of the ancient pines that were growing when the volcano erupted.

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

A sprawling cave network created by a lone lava tube.

Formerly secret, precariously perched boulders.

An old World War II hangar holds 20 vintage aircraft and the rare opportunity to take a ride in a 1940s warbird.

An out-of-the-way state park in Oregon that features both a picturesque waterfall and the ruins of a hydropower plant.

This rare, carefully curated collection showcases the history of neon inside a grandiose Elks lodge.

A plaque commemorates the spot in the Oregon woods where the first-ever Geocache was hidden.

Commonly referred to as the most photographed Victorian home in the United States.

According to legend, this rock represents a young girl trapped by an evil ocean spirit.

Fifty years after a “blast blasted blubber beyond all believable bounds,” this idyllic natural area commemorates the carnage.

On the Oregon coast is a natural hole that seems to be draining the sea.

There's something big lurking beneath the surface of this tiny Oregon park.

The eerie remnants of an ancient forest were hidden under the sand for centuries.

The largest wooden building in the world now houses a fascinating collection of aircraft.

100-year-old shipwreck you can walk up to at low tide.

These old stone ruins in the Oregon wilderness were once bathrooms and are steeped in legends of murder.

Hidden in Portland’s West Hills, a 170-year-old marker literally stakes out the Pacific Northwest.

Nestled between a college and a golf course, the garden is home to more than 2,500 rhododendrons.

This indoor-outdoor Portland market is an ode to the lesser-known corners of Latin America’s varied foodscape.

A heavenly experience, right here on Terra Firma.

This stoic, if derpy, giant stands as a monument to Oregon's statehood and the novelty culture of yesteryear.

This public art piece proves that in Portland even reporting the weather is a thing of whimsy.

The seamy, underground secrets of Portland's criminal past.