No, it didn't really happen that way. In fact I got here by driving Northward from California, but that title sounded so much more John Wayne-ish, so Hollywood, so much more exciting!
And the reason had nothing to do with the Pioneers or the Gold Rush or Microsoft.
It was simply this: Grandchildren.
My son left California for Seattle after graduating from USC largely because his future wife lived there. My daughter also came here from California along with her dormmate from USC.
For a few years after that my wife and I lounged about our empty nest, using about one third of it. We talked on and off about downsizing or moving away, but with no great urgency. Then our first grandchild was born and a second and third were on the way. We began getting those Might Be Nice to Be Around the Grandchildren feelings.
One night what we thought would be one of those annoying unsolicited marketing phone calls at dinner time turned out to be a genuine offer to buy our house even though we had not even advertised it. The grandchildren popped into mind, and in a couple of months we had emptied our garage of twenty-seven years of accumulated junk, sold or gave away all but essential furniture and other belongings, and our son had found us an apartment in Seattle. Freedom! No more home maintenance!
No covered wagon, but a U-Haul truck driven by our son transported our remaining treasures north along the Freeways of California, over the mountains of Oregon into the Pacific Northwest. I followed some days later in our car, crammed to the roof with the leftover odds and ends.
And my wife? She took a plane, wouldn't you guess?