Adding New States

One of the main reasons I was excited to take the trip was to add to my total number of states. To pile 'em up. Funny, I wasn’t so interested in exploring these new lands nor learning what they had to offer, per se. But to build up the number, to increase the amount—now that was incentive! That’s the juvenile in me coming out. When we started out, I had ten states: New Jersey, Pennsylvania, New York, and Delaware; plus the six New England states, the latter obtained on a family camping trip in 1966. But my younger brother also had Maryland, giving him eleven. That irked me, the older sibling, to no end. So burning past him on the ledger board was huge, which we did early on as we sailed through West Virginia and hit Ohio. By trip’s end I still only had 22 states. Not a tremendous amount, but certainly most in my family, and seven more than Otto. Does that make me King?