Maps
Trip maps
I'm a little surprised to find I've touched down in nearly every State and Province north of the Mexican border in this lifetime. It doesn't seem like I've traveled all that much. Washington and Oregon are pretty conspicuous misses. I did get within sight of Clarkston, Washington from Lewiston, Idaho one day on a Motorcycle trip down the western edge of Idaho. Does that count? I'm not sure if I've been to Delaware or not- certainly not as a destination but I may have passed through a time or two - I just can't remember. Nunavut didn't even exist until fairly recently and since it's not reachable by road I'll probably never get there.
Google maps
Beware of Hypnotic Media
To live sanely in Los Angeles (or, I suppose, in any other large American city) you have to cultivate the art of staying awake. You must learn to resist (firmly but not tensely) the unceasing hypnotic suggestions of the radio, the billboards, the movies and the newspapers; those demon voices which are forever whispering in your ear what you should desire, what you should fear, what you should wear and eat and drink and enjoy, what you should think and do and be. They have planned a life for you — from the cradle to the grave and beyond — which it would be easy, fatally easy!, to accept. The least wandering of the attention, the least relaxation of your awareness, and already the eyelids begin to droop, the eyes grow vacant, the body starts to move in obedience to the hypnotist’s command. Wake up, wake up — before you sign that seven-year contract, buy that house you don’t really want, marry that girl you secretly despise. Don’t reach for the whiskey, that won’t help you. You’ve got to think, to discriminate, to exercise your own free will and judgment. And you must do this, I repeat, without tension, quite rationally and calmly. For if you give way to fury against the hypnotists, if you smash the radio and tear the newspapers to shreds, you will only rush to the other extreme and fossilize into defiant eccentricity.