The key to turning shifting dunes into the green oasis of Golden Gate Park.

A 1920s speakeasy that had rum runners racing up and down the shores of California.

Shoot for par over the bodies of the dead on this cemetery-cum-golf course.

San Francisco's urban bison herd has persisted in the face of extinction, development, and disease.

The graffiti-covered remnants of a former triangulation station are balanced precariously on this California peak.

An "anarchical" no man's land, complete with garbage sculptures and a hobo-run "Landfillian Library."

A monumental cross hides in the trees in Golden Gate Park.

In all of the 29 years it was in operation, no prisoners ever escaped successfully... or so they claim.

The last remaining relic of San Francisco's glittering 1915 Panama Pacific Exposition.

There is no trying to fall in love with this Star Wars fountain, you just do or do not.

Relics of the 1894 Midwinter Exposition continue to delight visitors today.

Thousands of crosses and markers for soldiers who lost their lives in Iraq and Afghanistan blanket a California hillside.

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

A 90-acre park on former landfill that hosts an annual kite festival.

The restored and active Victorian-era final resting place of San Francisco.

Golden Gate Park's historic collection of plants.

Carnivorous plants, medieval aphrodisiacs, and the largest original wood structure glass conservatory in the western hemisphere.

An amazing collection of fantastic reptiles, amphibians, spiders, and insects.

A pier that used to act as a busy ferry dock is now a decaying favorite of local fisherman and urban artists.

The Laureates here get something even more coveted than a Nobel Prize: free parking for life.

The century-old bell and clock tower at UC Berkeley is the third-tallest in the world, and has fossils.

The giant pair of sexy legs sticking out the window of this costume store have become its main draw.

This subtle Berkeley paving stone actually marks off a lawless tube of air that extends into space.

The neighborhood church casts a breast-shaped shadow that locals have come to call the “two o’clock titty.”