Well. What a drive. All I can say was that it was so memorial, so eventful, so inspirational that I wrote a poem about it - stopped just over 60 miles from our destination, I was moved to create verse, at a BP station:
Ode to Exit 58
Twenty-three hours into a twelve hour journey.
One sleepless night in a bad hotel.
If you lived here, you'd be home by now.
Yes, let's move to you:
Lovely town of Exit 58.
Yup. I think that says it all.