Truly, one of the most incredible places I've ever been. Lines of cars, tipped on their sides and stacked end to end, form walls out of which concrete statues of airplanes emerge from; piles of ancient typewriters and cash registers are packed inside of an old phone booth; wagon wheels, railroad ties, tricycles, and car fenders compete for space amongst the mannequins, antlers, and hacksaws, which decorate the rocky ground; plastic baby dolls are affixed to trees with nails through their stomachs and numerous statues of Native Americans, clothed and unclothed, stare at you from all over the stark and silent confines. And that's not even the main attraction. Thunder Mountain still stands in varying states of decay and repair, spiraling out of the desolate desert stretch along the I-80 outside of Imlay, Nevada. If you can't see it in person, you should at least check out The Monument of Chief Rolling Mountain Thunder, which you can watch, for free, at folkstreams.net.