Clearly, the man who built the House on the Rock, in Spring Green, WI, was crazy.
Crazy like a fox, or just plain crazy, I dunno. Perhaps a bit of both. He certainly had the collector's mania: a finer assemblage of spittoons, dolls, clocks, dentistry paraphernalia and carousel horses, (among others,) can be found no where else.
Not to mention the three story high diorama of a sea monster and a sperm whale locked in endless compact.
Or the three story doll carousel.
Or the red and gold Chinese temple that is also a life-size automatic music box.
Or the Infinity Bridge, which hangs out over an extremely deep gorge, nothing between you and infinity, other than a very narrow floor.
Or the life-size topless angels, or the red shag bachelor pad built into a giant rock...or...or...
I could go on forever trying to list all the fantastic aspects of this roadside attraction, but no matter how many superlatives, adverbs, gerunds, and adjectives I used, I would never ever even remotely be accurately describing the wild wonder of the House on the Rock.
You truly do gotta see it to believe it.
I suggest you do.