When I was a child and teenager a portion of my summer vacation each year was spent visiting my father. My parents were divorced and while I was growing up in Florida my father lived Virginia for a little while, then in Germany, then back in Virginia. Despite what were sometimes difficult circumstances and reasons, I got to travel a lot, a lot more than most of my peers. And for that part of our family situation, I will always be grateful.
One of my best memories of traveling with my father is when we had a specific destination toward which we were heading, but no timeline for getting there, no need to stick to a particular route. When this was the case, or when we just had a free day and wanted to go for a drive, I got to be the navigator. Kids, this was in the days of maps, not GPSes, and my father and I always loved maps. We would pour over them at night, sometimes just playing games we made up, other times plotting our route for an adventure the next day, the next visit, the next year, or just "someday."