In the original drafts of this part of the story, there was an adventure as they drove through The Rockies, which are the most intensely gorgeous part of the world I've seen. Parts of the road are so high, the mountains around you disappear into clouds and look like the clouds are emanating from the trees. The thin air gets you a little high, and it's nearly impossible not to feel bewilderment. Upon revision, the pacing took a lot away from the story and had to be cut, and good lord am I glad now that I didn't have to draw all of that.
I have sadly never made it to Canada, but I've been through some of the Colorado part of the Rockies. I have always lived in the land of flat, flatter, and sub-flat (swamp), otherwise known as Louisiana, but I absolutely LOVE the mountains, and I always feel far more 'at home' in them. I have been to the Smokies in Tennessee many, many times, and I love the gentle rolling forested mountaintops sheathed in the wispy clouds that give them their name.
Then there was my one trip to the Rockies. I was a teenager, and it was the first time I truly felt like I understood the original meaning of the word 'awesome', because the awe I felt shook me to my bones. I never had that feeling of gentleness the Smokies bring me. I was simply left stunned more times than I can count. Absolutely worth it.