When I was 16, my parents took one of those "Come see our real estate presentation and you can stay 2 nights and 3 days at a luxury hotel on Miami Beach" (they were hoping to get daddy to buy something)
So they spent most of one day at this silly thing, while my nephew and me stayed by the pool or on the beach.
The next day, we loaded up and drove all the way to Key West, got out, dipped our feet in the water so we could say we'd been there, turned around and drove all the way back to Miami Beach (the "Fountain Bleu"hotel no less)
Then we drove cross state to Tampa/St Pete and spent a couple of days/night (same real estate deal) then drove home.
Lotta driving, and being 16, I did a lot of it.
That was OH so long ago, I've barely been back since then.