Best Outdoor Aesthetic Spectacle That is Not Art 

309th Aerospace Maintenance and Regeneration Group, aka the Boneyard

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Ever wonder where airplanes go to die? Lots of them go to Tucson, since our dry, clear and (relatively) smog-less climate minimizes corrosion. If you want to see these resting airplanes, head over to the east side of the Davis-Monthan Air Force Base (there's a ramada to sit at on Escalante Road), and prepare to be tripped out. On the other side of a tall, barbed-wire fence are rows and rows of enormous plane carcasses, stretching out as far as the eye can see, across a vast expanse of flat dirt. It's a humbling site—kind of like the open ocean, but a lot creepier. The planes come from many different eras, are in many different states of disrepair, and come in many different sizes (mostly huge). But for some reason, a bunch of them are named "The Rock."

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