(i.e., stayed overnight for more than four consecutive weeks)
(primary purpose of trip or visited someone there).
Italics indicate campouts
Places where I got out of the car long enough to consume food.
|Never Been There
Naturally, for nearly every entry in the first few rows of the table, there's a story of some kind. Then again, most of these stories are pretty boring, but it is one way to get oneself into a serious reminiscence loop.
It's also kindof cool that the Census bureau posts free shapefiles of every county in existence.
... which means it's now time for Stupid Postscript Tricks:
Anyone know what the deal is with Wahkiakum County (the little gray thing at the bottom left)? I mean, why?
Skamania (the square red county at the bottom) also doesn't make a huge amount of sense. It consists entirely of Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Adams and all of the random wilderness in between. The county is 99.44% federal land (National Forest/Park/Monument/Whatever).
There are no population centers --- or is it that there used to be some population centers but they got blown away in 1980?
I don't know why, but there's something inordinately satisfying about making Connecticut absurdly huge. I think eight is a civilized number of counties; everybody knows everybody. Figure if you have to have more than 30 counties in your state, you're probably doing something wrong and should start over.
But damn, this is dredging up all kinds of memories.
E.g., Atlantic City in the early 1970s (i.e., before casino gambling was introduced, but long after it had completely lost its status as a popular vacation spot), ... in November.
I suppose if I get supremely bored I can do California and New York, next, except I'm sure the granularity will be so fine that there'll be a few random bips where I lived/did-stuff and then lots of lit-up Interstate highway corridors.