Places patrickboe Wants to Go

The exact whereabouts of this surreal cabinet of curiosities are rarely the same place twice.

This museum shines a light on the true Pilgrim experience in North America.

Plymouth's huge yet little-known memorial to the Pilgrims.

This site commemorates the former inn and restaurant where the chocolate chip cookie was first crafted.

Try a classic Necco candy bar being resurrected in a small suburban shop.

This dam in the woods, built by Henry Ford with only manpower and oxen, holds no water and serves no purpose.

This classic red schoolhouse is said to have been where Mary and her little lamb went to school.

America's "second most important bell" is a contentious spoil of the Civil War.

The oldest Italian café in Boston, this spot also serves as a veritable museum of vintage coffee ephemera.

Two thousand artifacts from around the world collected by one woman who loved to travel.

The US Navy's only submarine museum is also home to the world's first nuclear submarine.

Rumored to be the famed pirate's lookout tower, this historic stone structure is now just watching for tourists.

A bridge commemorating the actor's legacy and his Terryville roots.

This sculpture commemorates the first instance of an American president pardoning a turkey.

Public outcry led to this bridge's unique character which celebrates a giant frog battle and also sewing.

A famed data visualizer's personal sculpture garden is a landscape of modern and megalithic wonders.

A seasonal movie monster museum featuring wax creations by a relative of one of the original Universal Studios monsters.

Endless rows of boxes of paper records line the hallways of the archaic federal facility where guns are traced.

A tradition unlike any other, this marks the site of the annual Groundhog's Day tradition.

Locals call this magical moss-covered walkway the "Emerald Path."

Priceless space junk on display in front of a local Dairy Queen.

This little museum in the town where zombies were born celebrates the living dead.

Could it have picked a better place to land?

Each step is a mere four inches tall, said to be measured by the stride of a woman wearing a hobble skirt.