Places We All Pod Down Here Wants to Go

Unicorns, elephants, and bears, oh my!

Last residence of H.P. Lovecraft featured in his story "The Haunter of the Dark."

A handful of beehive kilns are all that’s left of a historic brick-making empire.

A 1960s damming project turned one family’s hilltop cemetery into an island.

Replica of an old Esso filling station, complete with Wayne gravity pump and outhouse.

Twenty-eight years after this local landmark was washed ashore by hurricane Hugo, it was washed away by hurricane Irma.

A stack of stones steeped in Irish folklore, much like the hero they're connected to, hide in plain sight.

A whimsical folk art environment where you can lose yourself in the many colors of joy, beauty, and creativity.

Thirteen pastel palaces in downtown Charleston add a gorgeous splash of color to the city.

This small memorial is almost as well concealed as Smalls himself was on the night he sailed to freedom.

The oldest liquor store in the country is a model of resilience and mischief.

A Christian-themed amusement park and complex rocked by scandals.

This South Carolina water tower is an icon of the city of Walterboro, but it also once served as the county jail.

This tiny chapel next to a highway provides weary travelers a place to rest, pray, or maybe even get married.

Once luxurious, these oceanfront beach homes have been left to succumb to the elements as the beach is slowly washed away.

The final resting place of the Seminole Indian chief who fought against government occupation in Florida.

This bare tree might not have leaves but it is constantly clothed in festive decorations left by mysterious local benefactors.

Visitors come from all over to bring gifts and tokens to the grave of Alice, who is thought to have died of a broken heart.

The only free-standing, vertical sundial in the US was keeping standard time before it was even invented.

Legend has it the mill owner's daughter, Mary Musgrove, helped a Patriot soldier hide behind these falls.

This small museum dedicated to the painful memory of segregation is essentially a time capsule.

An old train trestle re-imagined as an Egyptian obelisk.

The record holder for the world’s largest peach.

The highest point in South Carolina was once owned by an energy company that neglected it but now the state is taking it back.