Ugh.

So here's the thing. My family used to make trips across the country from New England to the Midwest several times a year-- for reasons largely pertaining to my parents' work-- and that necessitated a whopping SEVENTEEN HOUR drive, if not longer. The bigger problem was that a substantial portion of it was on congested interstates flanked by featureless expanses of nondescript fields if not frankly depressing rust-belt cities. And you saw more and more of these things the further you went. So, y'know, road trips can end up being a little bit depressing depending on the path you end up taking. And then there's the fact that driving them requires constant vigilance, and a lot of places have crummy drivers...

Flying may be more impersonal, but at least the flight itself generally comes along with a fairly pleasant view from above the clouds, even if the trip itself is flanked on either end by bureaucratic nonsense. Still, you miss out on the camaraderie of being in a car full of friends.

Which is a way of saying, I suppose, that it depends on the route I'd be taking. But I'd probably fly out of practicality, unless I had a caravan full of friends I was going with.