We've been on the road for two weeks now. We're astonished at how exhausting it is. All we do is sit in the car and watch the scenery. At the end of the day we're wiped out.
We're driving mostly on interstates. We learn the culture of each state's rest areas. We work within each state's speed limits (65 mph seems pretty lame after enjoying 75 mph). We usually stay at motels that are right off the interstate. If the town is small we drive through it and get a little acquainted with it; otherwise we stay in the mallish outskirts that are the same everywhere.
Truck drivers are admirable. We've gotten to observe lots and lots of trucks on the road. The drivers are managing tons and tons and tons of mass at high speed around curves and up and down slopes and they make it look like it's easy. We haven't even seen what they do in heavy weather because we've had sunny skies almost every day of our journey.
The motels are all identical, with variations in size and age, but all providing a room, bathroom, ice machine, and continental breakfast. The lack of surprise at the end of the day is quite a comfort.
It's the landscape that keeps changing. Gosh, there's lots of it. Big country.