Places Metaforest Wants to Go

The remains of a 12th-century chapter house in Golden Gate Park.

The stones that traveled from Spain to eventually become a holy place for San Francisco's nature worshippers.

A favorite haunt of dinosaur loving children and hallucinogen loving hippies alike.

This concrete tangle of square pipes has stood as a proud thorn in the city's side since the '70s.

Prone to disastrous fires, the city of San Francisco has the Guardian, a fireboat gifted by residents, to watch over them from the bay.

These WWII-era murals were initially booed as a libelous portrayal of the American dream but have survived multiple attempts to have them destroyed.

Noble beasts perhaps, but not the Emperor's dogs.

One of few lasting examples of the brief octagon craze that developed into folly.

The best place in the park to test out your throwing arm.

Alleyway plaque commemorating the death of a fictional character in The Maltese Falcon, not far from the author's home.

Half of a house.

A mysterious painting of the self-declared Emperor of the United States watches over a local hof-brau.

An essential stop before plundering, BYO Cutlass.

Unique tower has outlasted a takeover of the company.

The world's smallest park was dedicated in 1948 as the only colony for leprechauns west of Ireland.

This partially buried wreck is one of the most complete of its kind but is only revealed when the sea allows.

A famous alternative culture epicenter and where Joplin serenaded young hippies.

An overlooked and unassuming engineering marvel.

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

This odd California folly seems like it was almost designed to accumulate urban legends.

An unreal vintage shop that wears its dadaist influence on its zombie fish.

A collection of fading fantasy tchotchkes lines this dirt road in the Colorado wilderness.

This sinkhole is disguised as a pond and named after the man who stumbled upon it.

A mailbox that saved a nature reserve.