When I was in high school, my older sister moved up here for college. Altadena is . . . well, it depends on if you take I-5 the whole way north, which my mother categorically refused to do in the summer. (I-5 takes you through California's Central Valley, which is far too hot. We mostly took 101, which you can actually take all the way up, though we seldom did.) Anyway, it's about 1300 miles, depending on which route you travel. Maybe up to 1400 if you take the sort of route we did. And we did this once a year for three years.
I also remember taking a road trip of California's Gold Country. I don't know how many miles that trip was, because our travels roamed around the area, and we never got all the way up into the north. Mostly Angel's Camp, Sacramento, and San Francisco. We loved those trips, but then, my family's the sort who went to museums with babes-in-arms, who stops at roadside markers. I've toured probably half the missions in the California mission system. I've been to two state capitols--one's probably two miles away, if you don't mind swimming the lake--and the British Columbian legislature. I've been to museums in five states, Washington DC, and British Columbia. It's how I was raised.
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"