One of our very favorite places to go is the Rogue River in southwestern Oregon. It was in 2010 that JB and I were on the river trail and said, this is it. We have to move. We have to get closer to all this. We camped there last summer, and it felt a million miles from Seattle. In a good way while we were there, of course, and in a sad, frustrating way once we were home.
It used to take us about nine hours to get to Galice, where the wild section of the Rogue starts. Now it takes 2.5.
We drove there last weekend, camped for two nights, and came home on Sunday. Easy-peasy. We can do this any time.