Discussion: Congrats for visiting all 50 states!

Next goal: all the moons of Jupiter?

I was wondering about starting those deer. Had you set an O-course and then gotten the deer to sign up?

Oh, startled, startled is what you probably meant ;-)

I picked up ND in ‘91. It was part of an O trip, although the O itself was in Manitoba. It is one of 4 states that I have only been to once. It would be nice to go again.

What are the other three? Hadn't ever thought about states I'd only been to once. Alabama comes to mind: traveled to an O-meet at Oak Mtn there once, stayed with George at a cabin on the map, meet Walter S for the first time.

Alaska only once, but a memorable trip, traveled there by car from Denver with J-J, James Baker and Craig Murray, went to the US champs and did some sightseeing and camping, hustled back driving straight through 64 hours to get to the 1000 day back in Colorado. Pretty sure the rental company could never rent that van out again.
Mississippi, drove through along the Natchez Trace Parkway with Rhonda and Jess, part of a trip to TX in '90 or '91. Stopped and rode my bike along the parkway for a bit while the girls had a picnic and picked me up down the road.
Arkansas, drove through in '92 with Kathy on our way back from CO to the Vineyard, shortly before Zack was born. I remember a lot of small towns where the only business of any kind was a car wash.
I had two other firsts on that trip, New Mexico and Oklahoma, although I've been back to both of them since then.

Nebraska, Arkansas and now North and South Dakota are my singularly visited states. I came within a few miles of Nebraska today.

#50 for me was Oregon. First time around 15 years ago, but I’ve been back twice since.

The 1994 US Champs in Alaska was my only visit to that state. After watching the Rangers win their only Stanley Cup in my lifetime in a bar in Alaska, flew back to CA and then out to the 1000 Day. I think that was before @Charlie and I really knew each other. (Note: The Rangers weren't in that bar, only me watching them.)

We were on our epic road trip north when we stopped in Dawson City, walked around what appeared to be a ghost town, not a soul on the streets. Until the Stanley Cup Game was over and the crowds that had been watching it on tv in the bars came streaming out. Not long after we entered Alaska at Chicken.