They closed "the pass" just before our trip over and just after, and I'm starting to wonder if we're going to be stuck over here. In case I have left any doubt as to my position on these matters, that is not what I want.
I should have strategized harder about this trip. The time I spent creating apocalyptic Spokane imagery is time I should have spent decanting boardgames into a compact form for travel. The Spokanite is a hard creature, to be sure, but they are not immune to the mournful whistle of a Mexican Train; I could have doused them with Camel Up and set them ablaze, or introduced them to one of the many manifestations of Lord Chvatil, The Thousand Faced one - probably Codenames. The next time I'm summoned to this Satanic bunghole I shall endeavor to be more pragmatic.
Merry Christmas, everybody. And if you customarily have a Happy Christmas, try a Merry one just to see if you like it. I'll go with a Happy one, and next year around this time we'll compare notes.