My family is a driving family. Mike wants to gouge out his eyes with his car keys when he has to drive for over a couple of hours, but when I was little, my family would trek 10 hours to Orlando, 14 hours to Missouri, 10 hours to the Gulf Coast. We just piled in the car and dealt with it.
I never minded too much, but it did make the trip go faster if I had something good to read. Before one epic trip to Missouri to visit extended family, my parents bought me an activity book based on The Simpsons. It was giant, glossy, bright. It beckoned to me from my mom’s bottom nightstand drawer. But I was NOT allowed to read it before the trip.