Places Muriel B Wants to Go

These faux-cliff dwellings allow visitors to climb around on a replica archaeological site.

The largest self-built castle in the U.S., six decades in the making.

Paranormal experiences in this hotel's room 217 led Stephen King to write "The Shining."

The final resting place of the most famous outlaw in the Old West.

This museum started as a collection of Manhattan Projects and continues to add exhibits as they are declassified.

Wedding chapel's mysterious spiral staircase said to be miraculously constructed.

A multi-storied adobe complex has been inhabited for more than a thousand years.

The second-largest cave chamber in the world was discovered in 1898 by a 16-year-old and a friend known as "Pothead."

An homage to everyone's favorite prehistoric cartoon family.

Out of a desire to feed hungry soldiers, a franchise-altering idea was born.

This mural of the late David Bowie features eight colorful panels showcasing Bowie’s various alter egos.

A stone pillar commemorates the surrender of the extraordinary Apache leader.

These mid-century motels once housed the workers who built the Glen Canyon Dam.

This giant steer-skull edifice refuses to die.

A wild west cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona, provides a window into the Old West.

A nature and cultural preserve named for its multitude of petroglyphs carved by the Northern Sinagua people.

This 4,000-foot-diameter hole is touted as "the most well known, best preserved meteorite crater on Earth."

A sharp bend in a dramatic river canyon cut through red rocks.

Get your footwear fixed inside a 30-foot-long shoe built by an obsessive cobbler in 1947.

The road plays 30 seconds of the Marine’s Hymn when driving over the grooved pavement.

Admire a Lilliputian replica of the fast food outlet.

This 15-story mural celebrates the 50th anniversary of the musician's iconic "At Folsom Prison" album.

A giant can of fruit cocktail is all that remains of what was once the world's largest cannery.

Part mural and part sculpture, this work of art sits in the middle of the Promenade, as if swimming in a river of asphalt towards the ocean.