My parents’ place in Montana is very difficult to leave. You just go into the office for a stapler, where Dad ropes you into a half day conversation. On the hour he asks whoever happens to be there, “Anybody wanna go for a ride [on the horses]?” Mom cooks your favorite 3-bean casserole, and while you’re busily eating it, she makes coffee and displays tins of candies attractively ‘round the kitchen. She has friends’ and family’s Christmas pictures taped to the fridge to keep you entertained. They keep and babysit dogs of various sizes and temperaments. It is a serious Hansel and Gretel operation. Travelers beware. 
Finally we escaped on Tuesday, February 12th, hoping to arrive in Anchorage sometime the following weekend.
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