Not much happened throughout the trip that was photoworthy. We drove. We gassed up. We made many potty stops. We drove some more. We celebrated every state border and every freeway transition that got us closer to our destination.
About 3 hours before arriving, we all stopped at a familiar freeway exit that is in the middle of nowhere, and we all got ourselves huckleberry shakes. A tradition. This refueled us and we were ready for the last leg of our journey.