A pair of giant roadside arrows are all that remains of a former Route 66 trading post.

The home where a lovestruck Fitzgerald wrote his first published novel, "This Side of Paradise."

The remains of the first public diamond mine in Arkansas.

Summer in the "Turtle Racing Capital of the World" means rousing weekly reptile races.

The basement bowling alley of this St. Paul dive bar is decorated with thousands of dollar bills.

A Building for Your (Former) Funerary Needs.

The Midwest's reigning king of surplus stores is full of nothing you need and everything you want.

Pillars made of 700 pieces of luggage climb to the ceiling of Sacramento Airport's baggage claim.

One of the most scenic stretches of road in America winds between some of the country's oldest trees.

Not merely a museum – but a whirring powerhouse that offers a subterranean peek into the heart and soul of cable car operations.

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

This industrial area was the dumping ground for massive amounts of trash, some of which washes up as tiny bits of sea glass.

This blowhole is supposedly caused by a trapped monster.

The only diamond mine in the world where you can keep what you find.

Commonly referred to as the most photographed Victorian home in the United States.

Home to the largest urban bat colony in North America, estimated at 1.5 million bats.

Bangkok celebrated its shifting monarchy with a militaristic homage to democracy.

A butcher shop in Minneapolis has all the meats and cheeses you’d expect from any of its kind—except that all the products are vegan.

First planned industrial community in the United States.

Four glass boxes hover over 1,000 feet in the air to give visitors an unparalleled view of Chicago.

The California capital city once stood 10 feet lower than it does today.

This iconic water tower and failed bandstand is open for panoramic views once a year.

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

A graveyard of bathyspheres and diving bells paints a weirdly accurate account of ocean exploration's rickety history.