Mary F. C. Pratt sorts travelers into two camps: those who want to stay put and those who can't stop moving. The opening lines treat this as a simple truth, something a trip makes obvious. Then each stanza fills in a little more of the picture. One kind of person pitches the tent and settles in "in style," happy to make a temporary place feel like home. The other is always sure there's something better "just one more mile" down the road.
The speaker doesn't seem to pick a side, which gives the poem its easy, good-humored mood. Neither type is mocked or praised. The final stanza sets slow coffee and a long look at the view against the rush to pack the car, and the quick, bouncy rhythm makes both habits feel familiar and a bit funny. Anyone who has traveled with a restless friend, or been the restless one, will probably recognize themselves. The poem suggests that both ways of traveling are just different temperaments, and that's part of why trips can be such a mix of friction and fun.