My condolences, Steve. Like you, my Dad was the driving force behind my camping travels. It started when I was 6 years old in a borrowed homemade teardrop trailer with a bumper hitch on our car. How we made it from Cincinnati to the Black Hills and back in his two weeks of vacation still baffles me. My Dad retired early and he and my Mom hit the road regularly, first in a TT and finally a 'C'. But he died before he made it to Alaska. So when I retired early and bought my 'C', Alaska was tops on my bucket list. I'm pretty sure that he enjoyed it as well.