I’m four states shy of having visited every state in the US. I didn’t set out to visit every state, it was a goal thrust upon me once I did the math and realized how close I was to 100%. I owe a lot of it to long car rides as a child (thanks, Mom and Dad).
As the All Fifty! goal gets closer, I’ve been thinking about what it really means to have been to each state.
Does driving through in a car count? Do you have to have spent the night there? Can you ever count a state in which you’ve only seen the inside of an airport? One friend and I are in a race of sorts to get to the 50-mark so clearly there have to be rules if one of us is to be declared the winner.
Visiting all 50 states was a topic of discussion on the Slate Political Gabfest a while back (sidenote: listen to the Slate Political Gabfest) and Emily Bazelon mentioned having a concrete “experience” in each state for it to count.
Do I have that? Mostly.
You know I love a series. I’m going to share memories of each state I’ve visited. There will be some gaps (four states unvisited, a few states missing memories, one state with a questionable “visit”), but eventually, there will be fifty stories; fifty memories.