My Dad loved to travel and my Mom put up with it. I'm retired (early) and single, but I inherited the "travel gene" from my Dad, so I go where I choose when I choose. Even had my home built with low point drains in the basement, and furnace settings to keep it just above freezing in the winter when and if I'm gone. They had a 'C' and pulled a VW. I drive a 'C' and pull a Jeep toad. I still haven't been in Washington or Oregon but they're on my list. I did make it to Alaska on one trip. That was for my Dad. He always wanted to go but didn't live long enough to make that trip. I even got pics of Denali on a rare day when the peak wasn't shrouded in clouds. He would have loved it.