Places pnorloff Wants to Go

The remains of one of the last mining camps developed on the New River.

One of Frank Lloyd Wright's greatest—and favorite—architectural masterpieces was almost lost.

The bridge's highly-contested plaque (once again) honors Confederate President Jefferson Davis.

The only Florida state park with publicly accessible caves.

Live data is transmitted from the Atlantic coast to instantly recreate the ocean waves in this fountain at the NOAA headquarters.

Fourteen curious and controversial white bunnies sit in a circle near Newport Beach City Hall.

Over a dozen Native American earth mounds dating back over 2,000 years dot this Tennessee archaeological park.

A collision of human error and natural geothermal pressure created this rainbow-colored geologic wonder.

A small museum along the Susquehanna River is home to a rich collection of Native American artifacts.

The little-known final resting place of one of America's greatest writers.

This abandoned dream castle and its cemetery look out over the city that once inspired their creation.

A well-preserved relic of the industrial age steel and iron works that dotted West Virginia.

A futuristic hovertrain is parked unceremoniously alongside a nondescript road.

A derelict bit of transportation infrastructure hidden in the woods.

An overgrown garden stands as a grim marker of an unrealized dream.

You can walk through the first Boeing Air Force One, which famously carried JFK's casket from Dallas back to D.C.

A large collection of motorbikes with some impressive gems.

Huge spherical rocks in the middle of the prairie.

It was founded by Ralph Nader to educate the public about an often-maligned area of law.

Sunset-colored dunes of volcanic ash make taking a poor photo impossible.

A clone of a cloned tree that was so important it allegedly had its own guards.

Travelers leave tea kettles in a remote part of Death Valley as part of a mysterious, decades-old tradition.

This former Mormon settlement is reemerging from the receding waters of Lake Mead.

The Virginia farm where John Wilkes Booth met his grisly end is now largely forgotten.