Seldom Seen, Ontario. It’s in the township of Whitchurch-Stouffville.
It is a town at the end of a dead-end road. But in the past, it had good access to all kinds of lumber, which was a hot commodity in 19th century southern Ontario–and which proved to be too expensive to get out, since other local forests had handier access to road and rail transportation routes. Today, Seldom Seen is more of an unincorporated hamlet. I’ve been there, and there are still a few occupied homes, but no commercial businesses.
You don’t go to Seldom Seen without a good reason to, which is how the town got it’s name. Without any through traffic, and nothing to attract people to it, it really was “Seldom Seen.”
To add a layer of mystification, the pub at Ironsbottom is called The Three Horseshoes - a horseshoe being the iron hoof in question. If you see what I mean.
" [The] church of [St.] Mary (Llanfair) [of the] pool (pwll)[15] of the white hazels (gwyn gyll) near [lit. “over against”] (go ger) the rapid whirlpool (y chwyrn drobwll) [and] the church of [St.] Tysilio (Llantysilio) of the red cave (-ogo[f] goch)."
I’ve been to Yeehaw Junction, FL a couple of times.
In Sarasota, FL, there is a road that for part of the way is called Tuttle, and then changes its name to Swift, so it is know as Swift-Tuttle occasionally, but has nothing at all to do with the Swift-Tuttle comet.
There’s a former stagecoach stop in Idaho called Fannys Hole, now deserted. Actually, there’s a Fannys Upper Hole and a Fannys Lower Hole, and I’ve been in both of them.
I went to Mount Desert Island a couple months ago; the only place I know of that’s named for three different geologic features. It’s on the coast of Maine, and home to Acadia National Park.
My favorite is the Rio Culo Seco, literally the “Dry Ass River.” No idea why it’s called that. Nearby is the Rio Bailamonos, the “Dancing Monkeys River.” A couple of now defunct towns near the present Canal were called Ahorca Largato, “Hang the Lizard” and Cucaracha, “Cockroach.” A still existent town is Diablo [Devil] Heights.
Elsewhere in Panama there is the Rio Teta, “Tit River,” and Cruce de Mono, “Monkey Crossing.” There’s also a village named Guay, funny mainly because it’s pronounced approximately like “Why?” in English.
One of the main thoroughfares in Panama City is Via Ricardo J. Alfaro, which is never called that but universally referred to as Tumba Muerto, “Tomb of the Dead.” The tale goes that many years ago there were dairy farms out that way. The farmers complained that the vendors who came to get their milk arrived too late in the morning. The vendors said they dared not head out before dawn, because of a ghost who haunted an old tomb on the route. One the dairy farmers scoffed at this, and said he would go by there at night to prove there was no ghost. But a trickster placed a sheet in a tree attached to a rope, which he lowered and jiggled around when the farmer approached. The farmer shot at it and fled in terror, and the area has been called that ever since.
As an item of trivia, Panama City is the only city where the name of the city, province or state, and country is the same: Panama, Panama, Panama. (The official name of the city is just Panama, not Ciudad de Panama.)
Back where I grew up, Torpenhow Hill is supposedly named for the same feature 4 times. Tor = hill; Pen = hill… you get the idea. When I lived round those parts, while Torpenhow obviously existed, nobody ever said, that I can remember, “Torpenhow Hill” - I think adding “Hill” just represented too good an opportunity to miss. Plus there seems to be some debate about exactly how many tautologies there are.
Anyway, it’s a good story, and this is even better: it’s pronounced Tropennah. Trust me, I’m local.
On route I-15 going through southern Utah you see some strange exit markings. That’s because the place is very sparsely settled. You have exits for individual ranches, because there’s no actual town nearby. (If the Cartwrights had lived in Utah, there’d be an exit marked “Ponderosa”)
One of the weirdest exits is marked “Browse”. It’s not a town, or a ranch. It’s a deer browse – a place where they put out food for deer to eat. You’re not supposed to pull off there unless you’re a State official feeding the deer, so I haven’t technically been to Browse. But I’ve passed the exit on I-15.
It’s exit 30, here – All Exits along I-15 in Utah - Northbound | iExit Interstate Exit Guide
Dead Ox Flat on the Oregon side of the Snake river. Alkali soils and all that.
The thing is, in that region “Dead something something” is common enough. It’s the “Flat” that’s seems strange. Irrigation was brought in in the 30s and completely unknown photographer by the name of Dorthea Lange was brought in by the Feds to document it. Start browsing here.