Places rwroberts Wants to Go

A graveyard that dates back over 200 years stands near a busy shopping center.

A physical reminder of Earth's ancient past, this rock results from the photosynthetic processes of some of the oldest forms of life.

The world champion cow is buried within a historic old asylum.

This tree was warped centuries ago to serve as a botanical wayfaring tool.

This quaint stretch of road is the final resting place for hundreds of America's four-legged veterans.

Easily overlooked in favor of the wineries that dot the region, this blast from the past is equally worth the visit.

For more than 50 years, an iconic sign has greeted visiting “fudgies” to the Traverse City area.

A museum dedicated to the dead and the tools used to usher them into the afterlife.

An angular maze of concrete in Grand Rapids acts both as public art and as a staircase for fish traveling upstream.

One lonely, modern pyramid has gone from corporate think tank to deserted boondoggle.

A small, forgotten prison cemetery marked only by a wrought-iron fence and eerie depressions left in the ground.

This beautiful vintage movie palace has seen little change in form or function since the 1920s.

Conveniently located within binocular range of a nuclear bunker, the "summer camp" area was a painfully obvious spy house.

Once forgotten and built over, this historic Black cemetery now houses a poignant memorial.

A museum in the heart of Virginia peanut country devoted to the humble goober.

The hide of Stonewall Jackson's equine sidekick is on display not far from where the ashes of his bones are buried.

The tomb was guarded by soldiers from both sides of the war, and some left their initials carved in the brick.

This museum explores the grim reality of life in the earliest British colonies in America.

An innovative attempt to break a siege in the American Civil War still scars the earth today.

An eccentric company offers eccentric millionaires the opportunity to have spaceflight-related experiences.

The iconic statue was moved to a new spot overlooking the James river after several years as a mascot for the local baseball team.

The rogue roots are gradually consuming some of the historic marble grave markers.

An overgrown collection of miniature buildings still stand as evidence of one couple's obsession with The King.

A "hospital" where people went to be quarantined, die, and be buried in the yard.