Places stonoceno Wants to Go

It may appear to be a fancy junk yard, but each item has a story to tell and a lesson to impart.

The headquarters of the Fraternitas Rosae Crucis, complete with Rosicrucian pyramids, all in the Pennsylvania woods.

A museum dedicated to the strange and extravagant costumes and memorabilia of the mummers, a tradition older than Philadelphia itself.

This meticulously extracted nervous system allegedly came from a 19th-century custodian who donated her body to science.

Sail through this subterranean show cave that is home to a legend that would go on to name nearly everything around it.

Mysterious rocks that ring musically when struck.

A toxic ghost town sitting atop a massive coal fire.

A macabre farm reserved part of its 222-acres for dead bodies, all in the name of science.

This rural bridge gave the government of West Virginia a red scare.

Step back in time at this historic variety store, packed with items from a bygone era.

West Virginia’s first state park commemorates one of the state’s last significant Civil War battles.

Step back in time to explore 19th-century Appalachian life, from blacksmiths to Model Ts.

This former fire tower is now a rustic observatory that offers amazing views of eagles, hawks, and the Appalachian Mountains.

America's post-nuclear-attack chambers of Congress.

These rows of World War II-era bunkers were the scene of some of the infamous Mothman sightings.

This red-eyed chrome beast pays homage to the popular modern myth of West Virginia's insectoid monster.

This environmental engineering marvel keeps salt water from the Elizabeth River.

A double agent hid information for the Soviet Union beneath this bridge for more than 20 years.

An out-of-place Air Force radar dome is all that denotes this park as a former missile launch site.

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

This grave marks the passing of a historic Jane Doe whose identity remains a mystery to this day.

Sway your way across Virginia’s longest river on a rickety wooden bridge.

Dine in a former general store from the Roaring Twenties, when Eggleston was a hot springs boomtown.

In 1889, a small group of women began meeting to discuss literature, art, and other topics. Their every-other-week salon grew into a lending library that still exists today.