The site of an early Arthurian battle and the dwelling-place of prehistoric people and (possibly) an ancient race of giants.

Nature and art meet in this curvy creation

The body of one of the world's most famous outlaws is covered in cement and iron to prevent it from being stolen.

A lesser-known part of the Kinsey Institute is this impressive collection of art, artifacts, and material culture related to human sexuality.

Buy a token from the liquor store and you can make this beast spew flames on command.

The first spinning jail built in the United States is the only one that still turns.

In an alley not far from where two great highways meet, byways of a very different sort are honored.

Enjoy classic musicals with a home-cooked meal at this former staple of American social life.

A wartime promise becomes a shrine to Our Lady of Lourdes.

The world's largest collection of the world's largest objects is in one small Illinois town.

The overgrown remains of one of the premier auto-racing speedways in the Midwest—and also one of the most deadly.

This historic lavatory leftover features two levels of defecation stations completely without context.

An actor's tribute to a former mentor.

Shop of curiosities with a dinosaur museum tucked in its basement.

It's as if the herds walked straight out of a fairy tale into the Missouri wilds.

A 40-foot waterfall flows into this unique natural swimming hole.

It's said that visitors can "see" Tasmania inside this cave.

The river that gave its name to a 1960s musical movement has a rather inauspicious starting point in town outside of Manchester.

Where a railroad loops under or over itself to rise or drop more than 70 feet in a short distance.

One of the last free public hot springs is decorated with hippie art.

An underground river pushes more than 200 million gallons out of this Missouri spring every day.

An impressive waterfall nestled in the cliffs of Idaho's Snake River Canyon.

“You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Even in death, he's still your huckleberry.