Places stoneyb Wants to Go

A scenic ravine with an astounding collection of rock art created by the Indigenous people of the Great Plains.

The shortest river in America flows for just 201 feet.

Mining town from the late 1890s, once home to Calamity Jane.

A working ranch doubles as a sustainable hub for world-renowned classical music and large-scale sculptures.

High in the Rockies the third largest statue in the U.S. opens her welcoming arms, and lights up the night sky.

A rapidly disappearing glacier filled with extinct grasshoppers, perfectly preserved in the ice.

This striking public art installation is suspended above a public park, designed to gently move in the breeze.

Founded by members of the Tohono O’odham Nation, this one-room joint's James Beard–winning fry bread is light as a cloud.

A former department store turned into a quirky restaurant.

A self-built castle made by a mysterious man.

The massive, incredibly rare instrument is over 11 feet tall with a range so deep it goes lower than humans can hear.

The first permanent memorial to a unique secret weapon of World War II.

This small, unassuming street is now a canvas for color and creativity.

Condemned US Navy seaplane control tower turned officers’ club sits atop Yerba Buena Island.

Furniture tries to escape an abandoned building in San Francisco.

This contorting sculpture is the tallest in San Francisco.

This tall and trim architectural oddity is one of the skinniest buildings in San Francisco.

This Japanese treats shop may have been the first business to mass-produce fortune cookies in the United States.

This surreptitious shop is only open five hours per week.

Approximately 250,000 people left homeless by the great earthquake and fires found shelter in Golden Gate Park.

One time home to turn of the century explosives, now hidden under the Bay Bridge.

This one-block alleyway is stuffed with street art that is colorful, cultural, and intensely political.

Guns that have been defending San Francisco since 1904.

An elaborate gift from Claus Spreckels is now a piece of San Francisco history.