I discovered John Steinbeck's Travels with Charley: In Search of America a couple of days ago. It is completely superior to the travelogues by Bill Bryson that reviewers fawned over a few years ago.
Of traveling, Steinbeck says:
"Once a journey is designed, equipped and put in process; a new factor enters and takes over. A trip...is different from all other journeys. It has personality, temperament, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us...schedules...dash themselves to wreckage on the personality of the trip. In this a journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it."
The weather hasn't been great on our trip so far, but here's a pic I snapped yesterday of Mel in front of his diner: