The fading, forgotten remains of a once bright and booming factory.

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

Thousands of Mexican Free-Tailed Bats soar around an abandoned storm drain at sunset each summer.

Open since 1938, this diner has kept its fountain, malt machine, and all the gum that greasers left beneath its counter.

The installation’s official name, “You Who Are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies,” says it all.

A Kansas grassroots sculptor decorates the local roadways with his sculptures made from found objects.

This zombie-themed restaurant stands out in the heart of corn country.

This lagomorph-obsessed Route 66 emporium is home to a giant jackrabbit that sits in a bunny graveyard.

Covering 37 subterranean acres, this Armillaria gallic is a famous fungus with its own festival.

A museum celebrating the Victorian obsession with hair art.

The history of the treatment of mental illness, illustrated in all its gory detail, and housed in an asylum.