The farthest I’ve ever traveled from home (in northcentral Pennsylvania) was Wichita, Kansas.
The year was 1988, I think. A friend of mine was going to college at Wichita State University, and his parents needed another driver to go with them to take him out there, so they recruited me for the price of meals and an overnight hotel stay.
The main thing I remember about the trip wasn’t the trip itself (Ohio, Indiana, Illinois – bo-ring and Kansas – the only thing that made it stand out was watching a tornado about 100 miles away, which seemed a lot closer on the plain) but once we got there, my friend and his parents got food poisoning — from Arthur Treacher’s Fish and Chips. The three of them ordered fish and chips, I ordered shrimp. They all got sick, were in the bathrooms in their rooms at the hotel where we ended up staying for a few days, while I had to find things to do. I remember finding this blond girl from Amarillo, Texas, to whom I talked and flirted by the pool.
Aside: the hotel where we stayed was the same hotel that was in the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles with Steve Martin and John Candy. Only later when watching the movie, I recognized it as the same place. In the movie, it was called Edelen’s Braidwood Inn. It actually was a Day’s Inn.
I think I’ve only been in an Arthur Treacher’s once after that experience, and the farthest west I’ve been since then is Findlay, Ohio, when a friend graduated from Winebrenner Theological Seminary. However, that’s a story for another time.
For now, I’ll leave you with the only Wichita song I know:
What’s the farthest you’ve traveled from where you live?