Okay, the live-blogging the trip thing isn't working out. I'm just too worn out at the end of the day to recount everything. So, I'll try to recap as best as I can when I get back.
Thanks for your patience.
"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists