Western North Carolina (Asheville). Lots of family and personal history there. I just absolutely love it there.
Another vote for Death Valley. I’ve been to Badwater and Telescope Peak. Drove up to Dantes View when there was a fresh dusting of snow, and hiked down the bottom of Ubehebe Crater to watch the full moon rise. Every time I go, I have a magical experience of some sort.
My favourite places are wild places too: trying to describe them here with mere words would do them no justice.
Whakarewarewa Forest. The many, many shades of green in the glades.
Rotorua itself.
Mt. Ruapehu.
Rangipo Desert.
Auckland.
Whatipu. Especially when a Tasman Sea storm boils in, and the rain comes down. In a storm like that at Whatipu I re-established my identity.
Cheltenham Beach.
The Waitakere Ranges.
I’ve lived in a lot of places so far in my life, and through the magic of memory most of them have been anthromorphized and I now consider them friends or enemies left behind.
My true love was mentioned in the 2nd post, but as I said in one of the ‘Tell me about NC’ threads, my love for the Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill region knows no bounds. This is where I want to live. I also tip my hat to Chicago and I’m quite fond of Boston. Boston, much like my father’s family, is colored by the residue of an essentially Protestant propriety and yet cradles a future in its bosom with all those college kids runnin’ around.
I love New Orleans. New Orleans is much like my mother’s Polish Catholic family. Drinkin’, smokin’, gamblin’, eatin’–you name it, they’ll do it in NOLA and then they’ll go to Mass (or at least walk past the Cathedral). However, the city is in great danger due to a lack of people to carry on.
I love the memory of Alpharetta, Georgia. The town has been so permanently altered that what is now there bears no resemblance to what I remember.
I am desperate to visit the ruins of the Old World, as it were–especially the Roman Forum. It seems that, with the exception of RDU, I am really passionately attracted to the dying places or the long dead places. (Poems that move me include, but are not limited to, “On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic,” “Ozymandias,” “Ode on a Grecian Urn” and “Miniver Cheevy”.) Plenty of people love living cities. I wish to pay the ‘tribute of regret’ to the places that once made the mighty despair.
I’m assuming, then, that you’ve read “Darkest Jungle”, by Todd Balf?
Here is a photoset of some of mine.
This is not a complete set for two reasons. One, I have not yet posted some pictures. Two, I’ve not yet been to all of my favorite places. I’ll know them when I get there.
The picures are pretty, but how can I like a place that sounds like a punchline to a “where the Fakawi” joke? 
In no particular order:
Plockton, Scotland
As a previous poster said, that whole west coast is gorgeous
**Northern Florida, esp Amelia Island
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Southwest France, esp Toulouse