Places robgoodd Wants to Go

A nostalgic bibliographic gem.

The abandoned remnants of a little sanctuary for world peace that fell into disrepair.

America's smallest town is run by its single citizen/mayor/librarian/bartender.

A library of rare occult books in Los Angeles.

The trials and tribulations of marking Poe’s grave.

The world's only international cryptozoology museum is host to an unrivaled collection of mysterious objects.

The highest point in Maine is a grand gift to the state citizens that also happens to be one end of the Appalachian Trail.

The highest point in the state of New Hampshire, and while unlikely "the worst weather in the world," it sure seems that way to hikers.

Roaming bison and a spectacular view at the highest point in Nebraska.

Once thought to be the oldest living tree in the world, Methuselah was germinated before the Egyptian pyramids were built.

One of the world's oldest trees comes with a Welsh legend intertwining it with a spirit prophesying death.

“You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Despite sitting firmly in the global cradle of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, this Hare Krishna temple is host to one of the largest color festivals outside India.

The largest island on the great salt lake is home to curious creatures and strange stories.

An earthwork sculpture built by Robert Smithson in the Great Salt Lake only reemerges during drought.

A proto micro-nation sometimes populated by artists, surrounded on all sides by a Utah most barren.

Come for the speed, leave in love with the desert.

A 90-foot-tall psychedelic "tree" on the side of the highway has baffled passersby for decades.

This central Nevada cave is the spiritual home of ancient and enigmatic pictographs.

This massive crater in the middle of nowhere was used to train astronauts for moon landings.

Officially named the "Loneliest Road in America," this barren stretch of Nevada road offers almost nothing but sky and open fields.

Oh, just a motel on the edge of the desert decorated with thousands of clowns conveniently located next to an abandoned graveyard.

An abandoned Jazz Age dream home and con man's hideout in Death Valley.

Marta Becket's hand-painted theater in the desert.