I have some friends that were coming back from the west coast through the prairie. She is a sweet thing, and wouldn't say sh!t, etc. They normally camp, but in the evening of one of "those" days, she slammed her kickstand down and said, "Get me an effin motel. I'm not riding another mile.." We've all had those days..
Motorcycle trips are memorable. Some good and some bad. Just the same, if you don't remember that day, was it worth living?