This natural wonder drops 16 stories straight down through rare flora and streaming waterfalls.

Built following the War of 1812, this fort has withstood hurricanes for centuries.

This historic general store still operates much as it did in the late 1800s.

Despite being one of the most photographed vistas in the Rockies these twin peaks are rightfully known as the "Deadly Bells."

A motel dedicated to Southwestern nostalgia.

Happy harbor seals frolic and snooze on this warm, sandy stretch of coast.

The remote outlaw hideout of Jesse James, Butch Cassidy, and the Sundance Kid.

The ravine where Jesse James supposedly performed an impossible jump to evade capture.

Local lore holds that Butch Cassidy took an escape route through Red Canyon's sandstone hoodoos after an attempted murder.

This 1,500-acre development hopes to be the Central Park of the South.

Free public park and gardens filled with peacocks and peahens.

One of the best places in Florida to spot rare, carnivorous pitcher plants.

Named after a bandit and the star of several Hollywood prehistoric landscapes, these sandstone formations are a historical part of the Los Angeles natural landscape.

Each year these high desert hills are absolutely covered with poppy flowers in a surreal show of nature.

Arrr! The most authentic collection of pirate artifacts in the world... matey.

This Cape Cod museum exhibits what it claims is the only authenticated pirate treasure in the world.

A maritime museum holding the remains of Blackbeard's pirate ship.

The oldest still-operating tavern in the United States was once owned by a pirate.

Wisconsin's most celebrated export gets the royal treatment on I-94.

Established in the '60s, a family-owned tropical drink bar founded by Ray Buhen, bartender to the stars.

A common entry point to the Griffith Observatory trail holds its own wonders.

This hilltop park offers magnificent views and a Frank Lloyd Wright masterpiece.

This “living museum” at UCLA exhibits thousands of plant species from all over the world.

Booker T. Washington's home at the Tuskegee Institute was a gem of splendor.